Zuo Xingyun languidly followed her, "Staying at your place without moving out? Do you really plan to let me marry into your family? Moving out is just a matter of time."
Xiang Wan didn't respond. She got back into the car, turned on the air conditioning to cool down, as the weather was unbearable—stepping outside for just a minute would make you sweat.
They stopped arguing; soothed by the air conditioning, Xiang Wan's mood settled.
She could see from the corner of her eye the arm that Zuo Xingyun rested on the steering wheel, his shirt sleeve rolled up, revealing the veins on his skin—hidden yet visible, full of tension.
Just a couple of glances and her thoughts wandered off track, unhealthy images easily sprouting in her mind.
She couldn't help but disguise a light cough.
Zuo Xingyun freed one hand to quickly feel her forehead, "Has your cold not gotten better?"
Xiang Wan felt a bit uncomfortable, "It's almost gone..."
