Before Ji Yan spoke, Shen Hanxing kissed him on the cheek again and looked at him with bright eyes. "I'm only like this to Mr. Ji."
As a result, Ji Yan, who was already infinitely tolerant of Shen Hanxing, could not do anything about her. All he could do was hold her in his arms. He looked at her gently, and endless emotions surged in his heart. He could not say anything, but his gaze was so affectionate that it seemed he was about to melt Shen Hanxing.
"Mr. Ji, why aren't you saying anything?" Shen Hanxing grabbed Ji Yan's arm with great dissatisfaction. Her fingers poked the muscles on his arm occasionally as she asked him with a smile, "Is Mr. Ji angry? Or do you want to ignore me? How would I know what you think if you don't talk to me?"
