Oh boy, stop that... Okay, you can touch, but no more pinching, spare this young master's abs.
Zhao Rong, now plagued by little Qian'er's blunder, felt some regret.
If he had known earlier, he would have turned these eight-pack abs into one big belly, returning to simplicity.
Not long after, Qian'er exploring this new discovery suddenly turned shy, and said in a coy tone, "Brother Rong'er, you... don't move. I almost rubbed the wrong spot."
Zhao Rong, who was twisting slightly, suddenly became expressionless.
If I don't move, your little meddling hands will break my guard.
Moreover, I was twisting side to side, and you were rubbing downwards. If you rub in the wrong direction and blame me?
Seeing Zhao Rong not speaking, Zhao Qian'er blinked, rolled her big peachy eyes upwards, glanced up at him.
The little girl then said in a faint voice, "Are you... are you mad?"
Zhao Rong looked at her without saying a word.
