The distance between the two of them in the carriage had reached its utmost. Huo Yunjiao knew it would be hard to coax Qin Ruan to approach him voluntarily.
The little girl was irritated by him and was currently throwing a temper tantrum.
If the mountain doesn't come to Mohammed, then Mohammed must go to the mountain.
Huo Yunjiao took the initiative to approach Qin Ruan, his distinctively jointed hand grasping her chin and turning it towards himself.
His tone was playful and his voice gentle, "Little girl, we haven't finished our previous conversation."
"What?" Qin Ruan looked puzzled.
Huo Yunjiao released her chin and gently stroked the skin that had reddened, a look of irritation crossing his eyes.
This little girl was too delicate, redness suffusing her skin at the barest touch.
Uncle San's rough finger touched Qin Ruan's small chin, gently rubbing it.
His movements were too ambiguous, causing Qin Ruan's heart to tingle, her ears turning red.