"Mm, Wen Xian, I'm jealous," he said.
He didn't want her to look at other men with that kind of gaze.
Not allowed.
Wen Xian couldn't help but curve the corners of her lips when she heard this.
But when she spoke again, she deliberately blinked and said in a deep voice,
"Alright, you should have said so earlier. Had you told me that I'm only allowed to look at you, and that otherwise you would get jealous, I definitely would have listened to you."
Lu Xiao: "..."
A twinge flickered at the corner of his eye.
How could he, a grown man, act so petty?
Even though that was indeed what he was thinking.
Lu Xiao cleared his throat and shifted his gaze forward, saying solemnly,
"It's about to start, look."
His ears were faintly reddening.
Wen Xian also turned her attention in the direction he indicated.
Right now.
After a long wait by so many, the solemn flag-raising ceremony was about to begin.
