"You, you're still holding my hand." Yu Youyao struggled hard twice and cried again. "Let go of me. Let go of me quickly…"
Zhou Linghuai was worried that he would hurt her, so he quickly let go. "Okay, okay. I won't hold your hand. Don't cry. I'm not lying to you. I…"
"You're bullying me." Yu Youyao fell into his arms again and cried. Her weak fingers tugged helplessly at his shirt. "I don't want to believe your words anymore. I don't want to acknowledge you as my cousin…"
The veins on Zhou Linghuai's forehead twitched. It wasn't because he was angry, but because he was helpless.
The little girl was in a fit of anger and wouldn't listen no matter what.
Or should he wait until she was tired of crying…
But!
