“放开我！”女人扭着身子，小爪子在他手臂上胡乱抓着，试图挣脱。男人却 MR. He put her on his shoulders, laughing. The woman was angry, her face flushed red, her mouth pouting, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Chen Yihan, you're bullying me!" Her voice was coquettish, with a hint of tears, which only made him more excited.

The man moved up her waist, nudging her forehead with the crown of his head, their noses intertwined.

"Nobody's bullying you." His low voice was filled with a smile. "Someone's protecting you."

The woman looked up and locked eyes with him.

He reached out and wiped the tears that were about to fall from her eyes.

"How about it, going to骂 me again?" The man's voice suddenly turned cold.

The woman froze, then said in a hurt voice, "You're not allowed to be fierce at me!"

The man laughed softly, lowered his head, and his lips landed on her forehead.

"Okay." He whispered softly.

The woman looked up at him.

He took her hand, "Come with me."

The woman glanced at the man, then glanced outside.