"If you keep scowling at me, I might just use my little fists on you!"
Chen Pingchuan's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at the seemingly adorable girl before him. He couldn't understand why such cruel words would come from such a rosy, inviting mouth. And her, with her delicate appearance, threatening to use her little fists on him?
Just as Chen Pingchuan was about to scoff, a small, pink fist was already hurtling toward his forehead. In an instant, his world spun, and he fainted.
In the final moment before he lost consciousness, a single thought flashed through his mind.
Crap! I was too careless.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but the warm morning sun spilling onto his face gently roused him. This was the most peaceful and unburdened sleep Chen Pingchuan had had since he first awoke. It was as if all his worries had been cast aside, and he had entered a profound, ethereal state of emptiness, marred only by a faint throbbing in his head.
