We Are Not Ignorant Children

Xian Zihao's beautiful eyebrows rose slightly, and his voice was light and soothing. "Come here."

Jiang Ruolan didn't move. Xian Zihao was holding her hand, and the distance between them now was about a step.

"I told you to come here." Xian Zihao patiently coaxed her.

Jiang Ruolan did not move, her eyes staring straight at his face. "Not going."

Xian Zihao immediately smiled. His smile was gentle. Looking at Jiang Ruolan's face full of stubbornness and mischievousness, Xian Zihao finally smiled with some indulgence and helplessness. "Okay, you win."

His hand on Jiang Ruolan's wrist slowly pulled her into his embrace once again. Xian Zihao wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her tightly. He bent his head and kissed her tightly, pursed lips.

Jiang Ruolan hurriedly took a step back to avoid him. "I don't need you to comfort me like this, and I--"