Jiang Yuan blinked, looking at him puzzled.
Aren't they arguing?
Is he trying to make up? She hasn't agreed yet.
The next second, Xu Jiayan grasped her small hand and placed it on top of his own palm, his long fingers weaving through hers, interlocking their fingers.
"Are you satisfied?" A deep, pleasant voice rose next to Jiang Yuan's ear, tender yet bewitchingly powerful.
Jiang Yuan's gaze fell on their clasped hands, her long eyelashes fluttered, and then she lifted her head, hazarding a guess but still somewhat uncertain as she looked at him.
Xu Jiayan: "As you wish, I've agreed to the request you just made. Are you feeling a bit happier now?"
Jiang Yuan shook their intertwined hands slightly: "Brother Yan, what does this mean?" Don't think that just casually holding hands and saying vague things will appease her.
Xu Jiayan gazed deeply into her eyes and said: "Whatever you think it means."
Jiang Yuan: "Then, am I to say, you're mine from now on?"
Xu Jiayan: "Okay!"
