Watching Long Linger's tearful face, Yin He suddenly burst out laughing, his laughter rocking him back and forth, as he pinched her little nose, "So you do have moments when you cry, huh? I thought you only knew how to laugh?"
Long Linger slapped his hand away, "I'm so sad, and you're still in the mood to laugh? From now on, we're no longer friends!"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I won't laugh at you anymore!" Yin He softened his expression, brought a hollow fist to his mouth and coughed lightly twice, "Ahem, well, now for the plot twist, I announce that everything I said just now was to tease you."
Long Linger was taken aback, then grabbed onto the hem of Yin He's coat and came out from behind the bar, "What did you say?"
Yin He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, smiling, "I was joking with you, Lin Zhi is not dead!"
"Not dead? Which sentence of yours is serious? Don't play with me! I'm warning you, if you dare play with me again, I really won't be polite to you."
