After what felt like an eternity, the man sitting inside the car finally closed his eyes, then frowned slightly before speaking directly, "Wanwan, I'm feeling awful, make me some hangover soup..."
Ning Wan, "..." Make hangover soup?
Make your damn hangover soup?
"No." The refusal was utterly without hesitation.
Xi Mohan opened his eyes, tilted his head to look at her, speaking with a hint of temper in his voice, "Are you still mad at me?"
This question instantly made Ning Wan's body stiffen, her eyes widening as if she couldn't believe he actually said that.
The Xi Mohan in her memory never spoke to her in this tone, more often he used cold and detached words with her.
This version of Xi Mohan, with a slightly playful tone, was a first for her.
Later, years down the line, when Ning Wan occasionally looked back on the resentful, complaining man, she could only feel as if it all had been a dream, and what accompanied her then was endless resentment towards this man.
