She knew what kind of person Lu Xiao was, yet her possessiveness still subtly played tricks on her.
When Lu Xiao heard this, he slightly pursed his lips, and his words suddenly took on a hint of helplessness, "My mom."
Having said that, he turned to leave. Yet, he hadn't walked two steps when his footsteps suddenly paused and he faintly added a sentence, "...In the future, she will be our mom too."
This light sentence carried an uneasy weight that made Wen Xian freeze completely.
She just blankly watched Lu Xiao's tall figure receding, her raven-wing-like eyelashes slowly fluttering, and a light blush swiftly floated to her eyelids.
She was verbally poor, never proper, daring to say anything.
But those were her own feelings, her own wishful thinking.
But he was different.
Wen Xian's heartbeat, after pausing for a moment, suddenly began to race.
Lu Xiao saying this… was he serious about considering her as his future wife?
