Si Mingjing's eyes suddenly widened. ...???
A man whose presence could dominate everyone in broad daylight was actually holding her and shedding tears. Really?
Was his tear threshold really that low?
Could it be that Xiaobai's mother looked exactly like her?
This had to be the biggest blunder in history!
Si Mingjing paused for a moment. Aren't all dragons supposed to look like this?
She felt an urge to roll her eyes.
This man mistook his own wife for someone else and was now crying with such deep affection. She was truly speechless!
Si Mingjing, in her adorable Little Dragon form, pawed at Mo Yinhe's handsome face with her small dragon claws. She tilted her fluffy little head, pointed her little dragon tail at the semi-transparent Force Field Protective Shield, and said in a voice utterly different from her adult self—soft and timid like a child's, "Open."
