The moment she thought of that scene, Nan Xi felt as if a gigantic gash had been torn open in her chest.
Blood spurted from the wound, the tearing pain causing her to gasp for air, and only by taking deep breaths could she alleviate a little of the agony.
Yet even so, the pain was severe.
In fact, she really wanted to ask, and had always wanted to.
But she had neither the courage nor the right.
After asking, Nan Xi's heart remained in suspense.
Ji Yebai's tall figure froze for a moment; she had actually called him 'husband,' her intentions couldn't be clearer.
Liking them?
Liking who?
Ji Yebai was utterly confused and did not answer, only keeping quiet.
For a long, long time, Nan Xi waited for an answer that never came.
She lowered her brows, released Ji Yebai's hand, slumped onto the sofa with her eyes closed, and laughed at herself with a sneer, "Without a denial, it's true that you are fond of them."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."
