I Can’t Do It

"T-That... My Prince Charming, haven't I said this before? A child's words carry no harm. A child's words carry no harm!" Yun Chujiu was about to give herself a slap. She actually left such a piece of evidence laying around. She was simply courting death!

Di Beiming snorted coldly. "Some things can't be heard, but seen through the eyes? Hmm? What else do you have to say this time?"

Yun Chujiu felt that she had dug a big hole for herself, and she could only try her best to put on an obsequious smile. "Prince Charming, isn't a harmless joke between lovers good to lighten the mood? Just like how you keep calling me black thing or black bean sprout. I'm not angry either!"

"Hmph! I'm telling the truth. Are you telling the truth? How am I like a gigolo? How am I like a stinky fish?" Di Beiming sat on the chair with a gloomy face.

Yun Chujiu straightened her small body. "Then how am I like a bean sprout?"