They just happened to pass by a taxi, and after Xu Qing finished showing off, he took Jiang He to get in it. As they slid into the back seat from the chilly night breeze, it suddenly felt warm.
Qin Hao sniffed and glanced over before continuing to wrap his clothes around him and headed home. Once he was back, he warmed his hands over the heater for a while before he finally realized what had happened.
In the taxi.
Xu Qing held Jiang He's hand, touching and stroking it from her fingertips to her palm, as if he were telling fortunes.
"Look at how pleased you are with yourself," Jiang He said lazily, leaning back in the seat and gazing out the window.
"Knowing their backgrounds will ease their minds a bit. It shows we weren't lying and that we really were in a hurry to get our marriage certificate."
"You're the one in a hurry, not me."
"Really?"
"Yes."
Jiang He's lips curled into a quiet smile.
