Shen Xinglan's face reddened under his passionate gaze. She randomly patted his shoulder and said,
"If I really kept track of time, would you think of me as petty?"
"I hope you are petty, that's how I feel loved by you."
Huo Shiyan laughed, recalling how he felt envious during group gatherings. Everyone would receive phone calls, being urged by wives to return home soon, or children mumbled to bring home snacks. He didn't receive a message or call throughout the night.
At that time, he felt very failed, especially because she was Huo Huaichuan's fiancee, there was nothing he could do.
Luckily, she ultimately became his. She was bound by him with a marriage certificate.
"What a fetish. Does my love for you need to be proven by such childish things?" Shen Xinglan spoke in disdain. She was no teenage girl to engage in such childish acts.