After Xue Fanxin figured out the reason for Ye Jiushang's anger, she was rendered speechless. Looking at his childish appearance, one could never imagine that he was the noble, arrogant, and insufferably arrogant Ninth Imperial Uncle.
Indeed, one could not judge a book by its cover.
This also confirmed one thing: men needed coaxing.
"Alright, Ah Jiu. I was wrong this time. Don't be angry, okay? I promise. There won't be a next time."
"You want a next time?" Ye Jiushang's handsome face turned stiff with a serious warning. However, his eyes were filled with gentleness and doting. He hugged her even more tightly as if afraid that she would fly away.
"There won't be a next time. Absolutely not."
"Hmph, I'll let that punk Gu Jinyuan off easy this time. Furthermore, he's quite sensible and didn't do anything that would make me too dissatisfied."
