This smile looked particularly dazzling to Jun Hao. He couldn’t remember how long it had been since he’d seen Pei Xuan Yan smile, and he even thought Pei Xuan Yan was incapable of smiling. But now he was smiling at his woman. Before he could react, his woman broke free from his arms and walked to Pei Xuan Yan’s side, speaking in a sweet voice: “Brother Xuan, don’t worry about me, I’m fine.” The two seemed to completely ignore Jun Hao’s existence. Just as Pei Xuan Yan was about to touch her forehead, Jun Hao stepped forward to stop him: “Xuan, you seem to be too concerned about my woman.”
Pei Xuan Yan withdrew his hand, seemingly already guessing what had happened: “An Ke, where are you going? Let me give you a ride.”
“We’re going for a walk, no need to trouble you,” Jun Hao answered first, afraid An Ke might leave with Pei Xuan Yan.
“Brother Xuan, you should be busy. We don’t know where we’re going,” An Ke answered honestly, earning another eye roll from Jun Hao.
“Let me find a place for you to stay,” Pei Xuan Yan seemed determined to make amends with Jun Hao, ignoring his response.
“No need,” An Ke and Jun Hao surprisingly answered in unison.
“Then I’ll be going,” Pei Xuan Yan directly got into his car without further words, quickly starting the engine. Perhaps seeing Jun Hao and An Ke happy was enough for him. Let the past feelings drift away with the wind, and don’t let history repeat itself.
“Goodbye, Brother Xuan!” An Ke waved at the car, watching him leave.
“Silly woman, why didn’t you go with him just now?” Jun Hao turned her body away from Pei Xuan Yan’s departing direction.
“Hehe…” An Ke covered her stomach laughing: “You look like you’re jealous.”
“Who would be jealous of a woman like you? Women like you are a dime a dozen on the street. I can have as many as I want,” Jun Hao, caught red-handed, spoke defensively.
“I’m in a good mood, so I won’t argue with you,” An Ke was not upset, pulling his hand to her heart: “Only you are here, so don’t doubt me in the future.”
