"You mean to say that Uncle and Aunt thought I was your girlfriend?!" Her delicate face was filled with anxiety, "I should go explain to them!"
In her panic, she hadn't noticed that the teasing smile on Yan Yichen's face had vanished, replaced by a dark expression.
Her wrist was grasped, held in the man's large palm, and his tall body pressed her petite frame against the door.
Yan Yichen's voice was still unhurried, "Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding is there?"
"The misunderstanding that I'm your girlfriend..." Jian Yixue murmured, repeating the words as a flash of understanding crossed her mind.
Could it be that... he really thinks she's his girlfriend?
"Hehe." Yan Yichen chuckled twice, his deep emotions enigmatic and unreadable.
Jian Yixue habitually looked down at her toes, avoiding what she didn't want to face—her usual style.
