Ye Che's tone was gentle, but Xia Weiyi sensed the brewing tension within. She averted her gaze, shook her head, and whispered softly, "No, I wasn't worried about him—"
Xu Zhiye's ears perked up at Ye Che's question but fell to the abyss upon hearing Xia Weiyi's response.
Despite this, no trace of disappointment showed on her face. Instead, she urgently called out, "Weiyi, don't be afraid of him. He wouldn't dare do anything to me. You still have me in your heart, don't you?"
Xia Weiyi's shoulders trembled. She bit her lip, her voice quivering, "No, I don't."
Albeit hesitant, her answer seemed to lighten Ye Che's mood considerably. He leaned down, kissed the temple of Xia Weiyi's forehead, and with a smirk, said while encircling her waist, "Good, let's go back, shall we?"
In a usual sweet and doting tone, Ye Che caressed Xia Weiyi's waist, but as he saw her dazed expression, he pinched her waist hard as a punishment.
