"You tricked me, so I don't want to call you. What if you trick me again?"
Her muffled voice came from his embrace.
Mu Jingxi's tightly furrowed brows slightly relaxed, and he tightened his arms around her a bit more, "I told you I went for a smoke, and I lied. It was my fault. Don't be mad, okay?"
"Not okay."
"Then hit me?" Saying this, Mu Jingxi really took her hand and tried to make her hit his face.
Qiao An forcefully pulled her hand back, not wanting to hit him at all. The disparity in strength between a man and a woman, plus the fact that she was a patient, meant it was impossible for her hand to escape his.
So she softly hit his handsome face.
"You..." Qiao An was so anxious that a layer of mist welled up in her beautiful eyes.
"Honey, please don't be mad, okay?"
