"I have that habit, too, but in my eyes, you're not a stranger."
Zhan Se let out a faint chuckle, "It's quite a pity, because I don't feel the same aura with you."
"Hmm. It is indeed a regrettable matter." Yan Zhan turned his head, his gaze as gentle as if he were looking at his beloved little sister, or a pet, composed and nonchalant.
Zhan Se lowered her eyelids, avoiding his gaze.
"President Yan, I know you mean well, but I don't want my husband to find out and misunderstand."
"Zhan Se..."
His eyes fell on her delicate and petite face, Yan Zhan called her full name, with a tone carrying a kind of desolation different from before, his words laden with deep meaning.
"You're very lucky."
"Hmm?" Zhan Se tilted her head slightly upward, "What do you mean?"
Yan Zhan curled his lips in a shallow smile, "Because you and your beloved are not blood siblings."
This...
Zhan Se's lips twitched, almost falling over again.
