Ao Yan was in a panic, feeling at a loss about how to face Jiang Xiaobai.
At the time of the battle, Jiang Xiaobai's offhand comment had hung heavily on her mind, impossible to forget, and she didn't even know how to face him.
"Done for, this time I'm a goner..."
"Do I have to go back on my word... But then, what would Xiaobai think of me, would he be very heartbroken?"
Ao Yan clenched her fists, her mind in turmoil.
Although she and Jiang Xiaobai were truly married, she had never experienced such a thing in her life, so it was natural to feel nervous.
But more than that, she felt shy!
Ao Yan had never thought about rejecting Jiang Xiaobai, just that things had come on a little too suddenly...
As she was thinking, suddenly, she saw a figure flash before her eyes—it was Jiang Xiaobai, who had come with a pot of wine and some roasted meat!
"You... why are you here..."
Ao Yan subconsciously shifted to the side, her face flushing red, even wanting to push Jiang Xiaobai away.