"Xuan, I feel like I'm your sweetheart." Zhao Qiuqiu held up her chin and looked at Nan Shengxuan who was sitting opposite and rubbing her soles with a smile. There was nothing hidden in her eyebrows and eyes.
"You are such a silly girl, you have the nerve to say that you are my heart. According to me, the person who has the most say, it is just a piece of pig head meat at best." His tone was slightly responsible, but his words were still full of doting. After speaking, he picked up Zhao Qiuqiu and hugged her into his arms, rubbed her soft hair, and kissed her gently on the top of her head, "Qiuqiu, I will be good to you, very good, very good."