A gentleman uses his mouth and not his fist
Editor: Atlas Studios
Yu Yuehan was at the end of his patience. Reaching out, he pressed onto Nian Xiaomu's head and turned her head around to face him. Lowering his gaze, he stared fixedly at her.
With a pause after every word, he said, "Do I have a bad temper?"
"Uh, um, eh! Don't blame me for saying it, but who wouldn't be afraid when they see your current expression?" Nian Xiaomu shuddered and pointed her fingers at his chilly face.
She squeezed his handsome face with her tiny hands when she saw that he was in a trance.
Coupled with some slight tugging and pulling, she managed to form an arch at the corner of his mouth.
Following which, she mumbled, "Indeed, you look more handsome when you smile!"
"…"
"I am serious! You look much better than that Fan Yu when you smile!"
Nian Xiaomu did not speak in a loud voice and only the two of them could hear what she said.