Hearing Xue An's words, An Yan finally relaxed slightly.
At that moment, Xue An gently wrapped his arms around An Yan's waist.
An Yan naturally leaned her head on Xue An's shoulder.
Black hair fluttered with the wind, the world silent and still.
Xue An, sniffing the fragrance of her hair, said softly, "In the next couple of days, I'll use the Blood Pearl to concoct an elixir for you!"
"Mm!" An Yan responded softly.
"Husband, after the elixir is refined, are we going to leave again?"
Xue An gently nodded, "Yes, we are!"
"Where to this time?"
Xue An smiled faintly, ruffling An Yan's hair with his hand, "Don't stuff your little head with so many things. As long as you follow your husband, you'll always have meat to eat!"
"Ah, you're so annoying, my hair was just combed nicely!"
While An Yan playfully scolded him, Xue An felt even the night air become endearing.
Just as Xue An and An Yan were engrossed in their lovey-dovey drama,
