"Qiao Xia, that's enough."
"Not enough yet." Qiao Xia shrugged nonchalantly, full of confidence. Mu Liang thought of that saying: those deeply loved always feel fearless. It was describing Qiao Xia perfectly, the typical look of someone who knows they have the upper hand.
Yet, he adored her dearly, particularly her little defiant demeanor, which he found incredibly charming.
Of course, if only she could cover up her chest a bit, that would be even better.
"Apologize to me!"
"Apologize for what?"
"Firstly, you're two-faced. Before we left, you said I looked beautiful and graceful, but now you're calling me tacky. You liar! Secondly, your photography skills are terrible, and you must apologize for that. Thirdly, you said I have a flat chest. How on earth am I flat-chested? You've touched them so many times too!" Qiao Xia was quite displeased, and the last point was the most infuriating. Saying she was a flat-chested loli was simply annoying.
