Yan Jin squatted on one side, poking Lin Feifei who was motionless with his finger… By the way, the sound of her falling to the ground was super loud… “No way!” Hugging a cactus, Xiao Ran smiled and climbed in through the window, “She’s still breathing! Look…” Following his pointing direction, Lin Feifei was indeed breathing weakly. “…Oh, the key!” An Xi untied the key from Lin Feifei’s waist and ran to Yan Qing, unlocking his handcuffs and restoring his “freedom”. And with his restored “freedom”, Yan Qing’s first action was to embrace An Xi, whispering softly, “An Xi… let’s get married…” “…Huh? Huh!!!” Wasn’t she going to keep her messy hair long first?! An Xi was slightly stunned, with that “wild” hairstyle, looking like a little bird just emerging from under the blanket, missing a tuft of feathers… Adorably dazed. “I don’t want to meet another Lin Feifei… Take me home, An Xi… I take up very little space… Otherwise, I can take you home too.” Yan Qing buried his face in An Xi’s shoulder, hiding his expression. Yes… Speaking like this was completely unlike him, but he really wanted to declare to the whole world that Yan Qing belongs to An Xi, and An Xi belongs to Yan Qing, and those with no eyes should scatter! “Pfft…” An Xi couldn’t help but touch Yan Qing’s soft hair, “Princess Yan Qing, are you offering yourself?” “Mm…” Muffled… “What about me?” Yan Jin had just asked when he was instantly killed by the “fierce” look from Yan Qing, consciously squatting in the corner drawing circles… What’s this, getting a wife and forgetting about his brother… But… Yan Jin looked at An Xi’s “tragic” hair and torn clothes… Well, he’d barely accept this daughter-in-law! Yes, he would continue to evaluate her! Mm-hmm… [Nobody cares about your opinion…] “Okay, okay! Everyone go back! I’ll handle the follow-up!” Xiao Ran, who had been smiling and watching Yan Qing and An Xi, spoke up, “The rain outside has lessened! Now’s the time to return to the car!” “Then you…” Yan Qing’s expression returned to normal, probably guessing Xiao Ran’s intentions. “Mm, I’ll handle my family’s matters.” He smiled gently, lightly caressing the cactus pot with his fingertips, like an angel.
☆, Chapter Forty-Seven
