Ning Xuan was in a bad mood. Yun Han had stood outside her door all night, and the entire house was still. Everyone tiptoed around, not daring to breathe too loudly. Even Di Youlin was behaving himself.
Early the next morning, the moment Ning Xuan opened her door, Yun Han, who had been leaning against it, lost his balance and stumbled inward. With a cold expression, Ning Xuan sidestepped him. But just as he was about to hit the floor, Yun Han twisted around and wrapped his arms around her, burying his head in the crook of her shoulder. He nuzzled against her. "I've only seen Xie Heng a few times. I don't know her well. Please don't ignore me." A strange mix of emotions churned within Yun Han; the possessiveness Ning Xuan showed toward him stirred some unusual feelings deep inside.
"Yun Han, I've noticed you've been getting very brazen lately," Ning Xuan said in a low voice, pinching his cheek.
