"Ahchoo!"
Jiang Xiaobai, lying in Ao Yan's arms, suddenly sneezed.
He looked up in confusion, arching an eyebrow.
"Why do I feel like someone is talking about me? Is there always a minion out to get me?"
Pfft!
Ao Yan, amidst a tender moment, couldn't help but burst into laughter at these words, and then tapped Jiang Xiaobai's head.
"What nonsense are you spouting? With a beauty for company, even your gibberish is ruining the mood, isn't it?"
Jiang Xiaobai forced a sheepish smile, "Just a kind of premonition, I guess... But speaking of which..."
Saying this, he also became somewhat sentimental and looked up at the sky while resting in Ao Yan's embrace.
"It seems like along the way, people have come and gone, but you guys have always been there."
"Nonsense, you're my husband!"
Ao Yan suddenly got angry and grabbed Jiang Xiaobai's ear, "Tell me, who were you honestly thinking about just now?"
"Ouch, ouch, not thinking of anyone! Why do women get angry so easily?"