The First to Yield

Mu Xiaoxiao was surprised by his sudden action. It was not only forceful, but his voice was also sharp. She could only react by staring at him, dazed, innocence seeming to radiate from her dark eyes.

Her gaze then turned misty as though she had been wronged by his shouting.

Yin Shaojie's face turned severe as he said frustratedly, "You're doing it again!"

This wretch was really too sly. She always used this trick, knowing that it would unnerve him conveniently!

Mu Xiaoxiao, whose eyes were only misty from earlier, was actually tearing up now. The tears wobbled in her eyes as though they would fall any moment, which made Yin Shaojie even more frustrated.

Bang! He slammed a fist into the door of the fridge. "I said, no crying!"

Mu Xiaoxiao puffed out her cheeks, stared at him stubbornly through glistening teardrops, and accused him, saying, "I'm not crying! Why did you yell at me!"