After returning to their room, the two were in completely different states. Xia Wanwan's little face still brimmed with anger, even more intense than at the dinner table earlier.
In contrast, Xi Muchen looked at the wallpaper on his phone with pleasure. On the screen, the man leaned down to kiss the petite woman, who because of surprise had widened her eyes, and her fair little face flushed with pink.
"Wanwan," Xi Muchen had admired his phone's screen for the nth time that day and decided it was time to console his upset girl.
However, as he approached, the woman sitting in the chair sprang up, eyeing him warily, "Stop right there! Don't come any closer, stay away from me!"
"Girl, what's with this look as if you're guarding against a pervert?" Xi Muchen stood still, leisurely observing her.
"Aren't you one?" Xia Wanwan looked at him furiously, growing angrier as she spoke.
