Xia Chu pouted playfully, "Blaming your own head, you'd love me to do that without knowing, wouldn't you? I'm not falling for that."
"I may as well keep twisting your ear—that would be more satisfying... Forget it, you look pitiful. I don't even feel like doing it anymore."
"After all, it is the bees and butterflies that fling themselves at the flowers, I can't fault my own flowers for being too pretty, can I? My flowers didn't do anything wrong."
Huo Xiyao then covered his ears, looking wronged, "Exactly, what has your family's flower got to do with it? Isn't this victim-blaming?"
"Sss... it still hurts, and it's hot. Sweet Bao'er, can't you be a bit gentler?"
"No way, you have to blow on it; it won't get better unless you do."
Left with no other choice, Xia Chu leaned in and blew on it a few times, "Is it better now... Where was I being perfunctory? Anyway, what's wrong with being perfunctory? As Sijia said to Yiming, it's already good of me to bother."
