With a sigh, he held her tight, and his kiss landed on her eyelids.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, it's all in the past now, don't be unhappy."
Zhan Se paused for a moment, lifted her hand, following the twinkling light in his eyes, her fingertips traced the signs of years marked by deep hatred on his forehead.
"Fourth Brother, how did you and my dad discuss it? About Tang Xinrou."
He curled his lips into a smile, pecked her on the mouth, savored it for a moment, and then smiled faintly.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, don't change the subject,"
Startled for a moment, Zhan Se harrumphed and glared at him resentfully, "Who changed the subject first? And you blame me!"
Seeing his amusing behavior, Zhan Se couldn't help but laugh.
However, after being teased by him like that, she felt the urge to stand her ground.
"I won't tell you." Zhan Se acted proudly, her eyes smiling chidingly at him.
"Wife, Lord was just joking with you, and you believed it?"
As if she would believe that!
