"Hm?"
Xue Ye directly took her luggage and then placed a hand on her shoulder, encircling her as if she was his little woman, "Let's go, I'll explain everything about us slowly. Mianmian's wedding can't be delayed."
Lin Xiangsi had always considered herself rational and clear-headed, but now she felt her mind was a mess, utterly chaotic and unable to distinguish anything clearly.
Eventually, when Xue Ye was about to forcibly stuff her into the car, she closed the car door and stood in front of it, her complexion turning rigid.
"Xue Ye, what do you mean by all this?"
