Ling Yue looked at the Ling mansion's entrance repeatedly. Her hands were wringing Xi Jian's fingers.
Xi Jian who was still exchanging conversations with several people released Ling Yue's grasp and embraced her. He rubbed her arm.
"Honey ... calm down ..." Xi Jian whispered in her ear.
Ling Yue turned her head and smiled awkwardly at Xi Jian's companion. But few minutes later she was restless again. Xi Jian ended his conversation and dragged his wife to the end of the corridor, where people's eyes would not come to them.
"W-what?"
Ling Yue blinked many times to distract herself but failed. Xi Jian placed a hand beside her head and squeezed Ling Yue's slim body. Xi Jian's scent filled Ling Yue's nasal cavity.
"You know ... I start to dislike this plan."
"What do you mean?"
Xi Jian looked down. His lips were only inches from Ling Yue. Ling Yue involuntarily held her breath. Her thoughts that had been wary stopped for a moment as Xi Jian began to crush her lips.
