Time passed quickly—another half hour went by.
"Jingchen, I'm leaving now!" The little girl adorably waved her hand at Gu Jingchen, cutely sticking out her petite tongue for a brief moment.
Throughout this half hour, the man just stared at her without moving, his jet-black eyes filled with playful humor and deep affection. The atmosphere flared with intimacy, as if the temperature itself had risen. Even though the little girl tried to act oblivious, her cheeks flushed red. Oh, sure, you like me—but did you really have to stare at me like you've never seen me before?
The little girl murmured softly under her breath, and finally, she mustered enough courage to speak up.
"Xixia, please don't leave. Wife, don't go. If you leave, I'll be so heartbroken—ah, it really hurts! Why does this wound keep acting up?"
