Ye Xingguang couldn't conceal the displeasure in her voice: "Could it be your first girlfriend?"
Back at the movie theater, he described his first love as an insensitive scoundrel. Was it possible that his first love was from her same year taking the college entrance exam?
Ye Junqing caught a hint of jealousy in her tone, his feelings of being cuckolded suddenly were soothed. Lifting his eyelids, he glanced at her, "Jealous?"
Three casual words, but they carried a hint of a lazy smile.
Ye Xingguang kicked at him, unwilling to admit, "Who doesn't have a past. Why would I be jelly about your stale, old vinegar? Anyway, I won't talk anymore, I'm going to be with my dad."
With that, Ye Xingguang walked into the sickroom.
Although it was a sickroom, it was cozier and more luxurious than a five-star hotel.
