Si Mobai finally got out of the bed, feeling content. He took her clothes and helped her put them on with tender care. Then he kneeled to help her tie her shoelaces. He did these things so naturally as if he had done it countless times.
"Mobai, were you jealous just now?" Feng Tianlan raised her eyebrows and looked at him. She had detected hints of jealousy from him.
Si Mobai stood up and held her slim waist. He lowered his head and looked at her. "Is it that rare for me to be jealous?"
Feng Tianlan giggled. She, who had long been held down by depressing hatred, finally felt a breath of fresh air at this moment. In the future, she wanted to stand together with him through thick and thin and fight all her battles alongside him.
The door squeaked open.
