Qiao Qiyang started and discovered that he was still dragging her wrist, his head lightly resting on her shoulder. This felt so comfortable.
"Well..." He answered softly, and his heart suddenly warmed up. He gently held her wrist, "Why are you home so late..."
This was the first time he had expressed his concern for a woman without thinking.
Lan Xi's small cold face turns around and faces straight.
He said in a softer voice, "You will be later."
Qiao Qiyang was still immersed in her beauty and had yet to react.
"Bang!" A loud explosion exploded in front of his eyes! Qiao Qiyang snorted and covered his nose. He still hadn't escaped the fate of being smashed on the face by the handbag! The pain made him suspect that he had been disfigured, but what was more painful was his lower body,
