Liu Yuan was sent away.
Xiao Zhan pulled Ye Youlong to get ready for bed.
But at that moment, Ye Youlong suddenly looked at Xiao Zhan with an odd expression, "Is this how you deceived Jiang Xian'er in the beginning?"
"Huh?"
Xiao Zhan was stunned.
Such an abrupt question, he was a bit slow to respond.
Then he understood, "I definitely didn't deceive her. It was she who chased me all along."
"How far did things develop between you two?"
Xiao Zhan was taken aback again, the tone sounded like jealousy. "I'd better not say. You won't like the answer."
"I want to hear it."
"Just..."
"I don't want to hear it anymore."
Ye Youlong waved her hand, cold as an air conditioner that's overcharged with freon, "I will slay her."
"It's not that serious... really, we didn't do much, just held hands... truly."
Xiao Zhan felt embarrassed, thankful that his wife was born in this era. If she were in the ancient times with that temper, he would really struggle to handle her.
