"Who's making a fuss with you? Scram!" Zhan Se was furious, her tone extremely aggressive.
"Zhan Xiaoyao!" The man's low voice sprayed on her cheek, his throat hoarse, "Wait until tomorrow, let me be beaten by you, all right? Let me hold you now and say a few words before I leave."
Unable to move, Zhan Se struggled a bit and then somewhat gave in, catching her breath low, unable to resist but also unwilling to pay him any attention. With a full heart of anger pressed in one place, she glared at him with wide eyes, not saying another word.
Seeing her become docile, the man slowly relaxed his grip on her hands, switching to embrace her waist instead, gathering her soft body entirely into his arms. He took a deep breath, lowered his head, stared into her eyes for a moment and then his chin relaxed onto the hollow of her shoulder.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, I missed you."
Miss her?
In the man's whispering murmurs, Zhan Se coldly glanced at him, almost unable to catch her breath.
