After packing the suitcase, his hand, without any mercy, landed on her slender waist, pulling her to his side. Then, smiling, he looked at Situ Xuan, "One should of course be tender with his own woman, don't you think?"
Situ Xuan was shocked. Just yesterday, Yu Zexiao was still a man whose eyes were in the clouds, and even though he cared a lot about Jian Anning, he still used very childish methods. On one hand, he suppressed her, while on the other, he couldn't bear to see her getting close to anyone else. It was like a primary school student who, fancying a girl, bullies her to death, fantasizing that she might glance his way more.
But today, his attitude had taken a complete one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn! Especially his formerly deliberately haughty demeanor, which now seemed like that of a boy showing off his sweetheart, draping his arm over his girlfriend's shoulder with such pride that it was as if he wanted the whole world to see!