"Honey, are your hands this cold because you don't feel well?" Nan Mufeng asked gently.
Jian Xi shook her head. She wanted to ask him what he did with Joanna, but didn't know where to start.
She trusts him.
His body, his heart, belong to her!
But Joanna...
"Honey?"
"I'm fine." Jian Xi reversed her hand to grip Nan Mufeng's hand, squeezing hard, "Let's go home."
"Okay."
...
On the way home, Jian Xi remained silent, but her driving speed was very fast!
Nan Mufeng furrowed his brow, "Honey, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing."
"No, something is wrong. Let me drive!"
"No need."
Jian Xi gripped the steering wheel tightly.
Fortunately, she was a qualified racer; though the speed was fast, it was steady.
Nan Mufeng guessed it was her way of venting, and he stopped insisting.
He tried several times to start a conversation with Jian Xi, but failed. Until they got home...
"Darling!"
As soon as they entered the house, Jian Xi plunged into Nan Mufeng's arms.
