Mei Mei raised her hand and slapped him gently on the back and shouted at him. "Do not use that beauty trick on me, I will not fall for it this time. You knew he had a knife and you still confronted him. What were you thinking? What if he stabbed you to death?"
Jingzhe was smiling a fool. All he heard in her voice was affection and care. If she did not care, she would not be shouting at him the way she was doing.
She was just like his mother. On so many occasions, she had bandaged his wounds while scolding him for fighting back against Mo Liang instead of running away and finding a place to hide. This was when he was still a kid.
He tried to hug Mei Mei but she hissed at him so he drew back, withdrawing like a dog which had been scolded. He looked down and pretended to whimper.
"Tch," Mei Mei rolled her eyes. "Don't try the sad puppy on me, it won't work right now. He had a knife Jingzhe. A knife!!!
