Xiao Zexin waited for her for an hour.
Seeing her walk into the living room, he patted the spot next to him.
Nangong Ruyue glanced at him but didn't move.
Xiao Zexin patted the spot next to him again.
His eyes looked at her with longing.
Nangong Ruyue's heart softened, and she went over to sit down.
Xiao Zexin curled his lips and handed her a piece of paper.
Nangong Ruyue took it and saw that it had a lot of words written on it.
[Ruyue, can we end the cold war? I was wrong. I won't lose my temper with you anymore.]
[As for the childbirth issue, we can discuss it slowly. My illness is much better now, and it can be completely cured without your method.]
[I spoke first, but that doesn't mean I lost, okay?]
Xiao Zexin watched her expression, waiting for her reaction.
Nangong Ruyue sighed, looked up, and showed a faint smile.
Did she agree?
Xiao Zexin happily hugged her, "I felt so suffocated not talking to you for a day."
