But Long Yan, of course, still maintained his composure, simply replying with two simple words.
Without paying the slightest attention to Long Yan's pretense, Lingxi clasped her hands behind her back and stood quietly by the lake. The scene of beautiful scenery and a lovely figure resembled a painting, yet the only one appreciating it was Long Yan, chewing on a blade of grass.
"I thought Big Brother Yan would be so moved that he'd cry."
Lingxi playfully stuck out her tongue. Her mischievous demeanor made Long Yan smile knowingly. He couldn't resist reaching out to tap her small head lightly.
"What is it that little head of yours is thinking about every day?"
Clutching her lightly knocked head, Lingxi rolled her eyes at Long Yan with a hint of grievance, as if silently accusing him of being unromantic.
