Shen Yanhe's slender fingers gripping her phone tightened slightly, her red lips pursed in a seemingly indifferent manner, "Jealous?"
"How could that be?"
Fu Yanhe's eyebrows raised a bit, holding a laugh in his eyes. He didn't speak, his gaze falling on the tip of her ear peeking out from her black hair, watching it turn from fair to a blush red.
He chuckled softly, with heavy implication, "Is that so?"
Shen Yanhe felt the intense gaze on her, struggled to stay calm, and nodded seriously, "Of course. It's just a phone call. What is there for me to be jealous about?"
It was just a slight sourness in her heart, but seeing his attitude towards Xia Ran, that sourness had dissipated like smoke.
Fu Yanhe's lips curved into a slight smile, amusement flashing in his eyes as he indulged her, "Yes, you're not jealous."
