That expression, no matter how you look at it, is all about seeking praise, wanting compliments.
And while we're at it, a request for kisses and hugs and being lifted high.
Yao Wangshu slightly furrowed her brows, removed the hand covering her face, and asked softly, "What does the Third Young Madam want to do?"
"What I want to do, you'll understand in a moment."
She shook her head helplessly, seemingly very powerless, "Anyway, doesn't this have nothing to do with the Third Young Madam?"
"Yunshu is my friend, what do you think?"
"Does the Third Young Madam realize that Situ Yunshu was hurt by her own doing?"
Even now, she still wants to deny it!
Qiao An flew into a rage, raised her hand, and slapped hard.
Pow!
A crisp sound.
This time, Yao Wangshu wasn't as lucky as last time, she was struck off balance, slipped, and fell heavily onto the ground.
Her mouth was filled with the taste of blood.
She groaned in pain and couldn't get up for a long time.
