"I'm not that cruel. Look how timid you are." He laughed and joked, "Little Jiaojiao is so cute."

He held her pale little face in his hands and asked with a smile:

"Now, do you like me?"

Yun Jiao's eyes were misty, and she looked up at him with tears in her eyes. Tears flowed down the corners of her eyes and dripped onto the back of his hand.

Biting my lower lip, silent tears.

Scalding hot...

Ling Che was stunned for a moment, looking at her fearful yet extremely stubborn eyes and the crystal drop on the back of her hand. Somehow, he suddenly frowned.

There was an inexplicable sense of surprise in my heart.

"I'm sorry, I won't bully you anymore." He wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes.

She found that Ayu was right. He liked others to follow him, let him do as he pleased and depend on him. If they contradicted him, he would only become more ferocious.

Like a lion stalking its prey.

If the prey struggles violently, the lion will become more excited and more energetic; if the prey is dying, the lion will lose its fighting spirit and become listless.

Suddenly, she seemed to have found a way to get along with him.

Yun Jiao slowly lowered her eyes, waved his hand away, wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, and said in a calm voice: "I want to eat your meat. Don't you like me? Cut off a few slices and fry them."

Ling Che was stunned at first, then burst into laughter:

"If you eat my flesh, will you like me?"

He rolled up his sleeves and stretched his strong and powerful arms in front of her, "Come on, just chew it, the original taste is more natural!"

Yun Jiao pursed her lips and looked at his cheerful and happy eyes. She knew that he was in a good mood at the moment, but she was very angry.

She was not polite, she just grabbed his arms with both hands and started biting them.

A big mouthful!

Very cruel!

Thinking of the maid who was tragically skinned to death, Yang Qianxue who was bitten to death by a wolfhound, and his own grievances, he bit so hard that he even drew blood.

Even with a mouth full of the taste of blood, he refused to let go.

Ling Che laughed happily, "So Jiaojiao is a little wolfdog, hahahaha!"

He is not angry.

Yun Jiao probably knew that as long as he was happy, what he said would be the truth. If he said he would bite, he would definitely bite. Even if he said he would kill him, he could really kill him.

When he had almost vented his anger, he opened his mouth.

Looking at the bloody mess on his arm, she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said, "I didn't expect you to be such a nice person."

"Hmm?" He glanced sideways, "What do you mean?"

"Although you're a bad guy, you're very credible. Apart from your face, you still have some good points," she said calmly.

These words made Ling Che happy, "I'll just take it as a compliment."

"oh."

Yun Jiao said no more, picked up the bowl and continued eating.

But Ling Che was in a good mood, and he rushed to her side, asking repeatedly: "What other advantages do I have?"

"Am I ten or twenty times more handsome than Yang Wei?"

“Am I good?”

Yun Jiao nodded: "At your age, with such achievements, you are already one in a million. No one can compare to you, and Yang Wei is naturally not as good as you."

"But if you were a little more gentle, maybe it would be better. Although you have a high reputation, don't you realize that the servants in the mansion are in awe and fear when they see you? If even the people around you are so afraid of you, who would be truly loyal to you?"

Ling Che heard this and thought for a moment.

This was the first time in history that someone had guided and taught him a lesson, but what he said still sounded reasonable.