She brought his face down to her height so that she didn't have to tip-toe so much, but he had a better idea. She yelped when he suddenly lifted her up, once again, his posture of holding her was incorrect. But she figured it was just his little quirk, thus, decided to comfortably rest her head on his shoulder.
He carried her to the couch and sat down, setting her body on his lap. He continued to have his arms tightly wrapped around her waist, despite the burning frustration he felt upon hearing her words.
"I like you, Yang Feng," She raised her head to directly look at him in the eye. "I really, really do." Her words were enough to quell his anger that immediately dispersed into thin air as if it was never there in the first place.
