Yi Jian stood there still without moving. Instead, he walked toward her with steps. Zhongqing backed away repeatedly, but in the end, he grabbed her wrist. Regardless of how mournful her expression was, he kept to herself.
He picked up her waist and walked outside.
Zhong Qing's legs began to tremble, and she didn't know where she got the strength to grab the table next to her, refusing to move.
Yi Jian pulled her, but found that she couldn't pull her. He immediately let go of her waist coldly, stood in front of her, and looked at her coldly from above.
Such a young commander is here again!
Zhongqing was scared in her heart, bit her lower lip, closed her eyes, and pretended not to see it!
"Young Marshal, Zhongqing, don't go..."
Zhongqing seemed to be afraid that the young commander would come to arrest her, and she didn't care whether she was embarrassed or not. She was very small, so she bent down and crawled under the table.
Seeing her behavior like this, Yi Jian couldn't laugh or cry. This was her original self, with such a flexible and innocent side.
Zhongqing hid under the table and refused to come out.
After a while, Yi Jian squatted down, lowered his head slightly, and looked at her: "Come out..."
"don't want!"
"..." Yi Jian said nothing and looked at her. He didn't like saying the same thing twice!
But his expression was clearly telling her that it was best for her to come out obediently!
"Don't buy that!" Zhong Qing was almost anxious, but she had never seen a woman buy underwear for a man in broad daylight.
If this were to spread, I don’t know how many people would think she was an immodest woman!
"Young Marshal, you can do whatever you want Zhongqing to do, just don't let Zhongqing buy that thing!"
"Yes." Yi Jian responded this time, as if he agreed.
Zhong Qing couldn't help but open her eyes wide, in disbelief. Did he compromise?
But she has never acted like this since she was a child. Just like that, she was like a child, acting recklessly.
When she was a child, she had seen her eldest sister lying on the ground, rolling back and forth, and crying.
At that time, she felt that the eldest sister was too ignorant and did not care about her daughter's family status and acted so nonsense.
But often the aunt would bend down and coax her softly, and even pick up the eldest sister, wipe her tears with a handkerchief, hold her in her arms, and call her "darling".