"Brother Yan, do you have anything else?" The little girl asked with a smiling face, "Chengcheng is waiting for me in the room, if there's nothing else, I'm going to get her something to drink!"
Xu Jiayan's heart couldn't help but sink.
It felt like punching cotton.
He was acutely aware that this was not what he wanted.
Watching the girl, Xu Jiayan's hand gripping her wrist tightened slightly, pulling her into his embrace, wrapping his other arm around her waist, securing her against his chest, and he asked in a low voice, "What will it take for you to stop being mad?"
Jiang Yuan had grown taller recently, but for Xu Jiayan, she was still small. A tiny little thing that felt like he could snap her slender wrist with just a little force.
They were close enough for Jiang Yuan to clearly hear his heartbeat.
