An Lan's expression stiffened slightly as she raised her hand to gently touch her forehead, muttering to herself.
"At home, how could this happen... sigh, Xiaoxuan really is worthy of being my little brother, we also are..." An Lan stopped mid-sentence with reticence, while Huo Zhanting, as though something dawned on him, his gaze slightly deepening, gradually tightened his arm around her.
"We are not the same as him; I am very clear about what I want."
Heh, the situation they were in back then was actually not as good as that of Zhang Ya and An Xuan, who directly proposed marriage to Zhang Ya. But after that chaotic night, Huo Zhanting still ended up forced to take responsibility.
"Lanlan, why do I feel like you're arranging things against me in your heart?" Huo Zhanting's eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed straight at An Lan. Hearing this, An Lan, feeling a bit guilty, glanced to the side and chuckled dryly, offering an unconvincing defense.
