Thinking, thankfully Anning despised him getting close. If she liked him getting close, mistaking that sleazy man for Si Wuxie, wouldn't she suffer a great loss.
Only, there was a faint feeling of disappointment inside her.
Did she really hate him enough to take that man for him and beat him like that?
He stuffed Xiang Anning into the back seat!
The driver, seeing he found the person, started the car.
Si Wuxie had just settled into his seat when Anning, like a child, wrapped herself around his neck, burying her face in Wuxie's neck, taking a deep breath before murmuring, "So fragrant! Smells so good!"
"Pfft!" Even the driver couldn't help but laugh.
Si Wuxie coughed twice, trying to cover his awkwardness at the moment.
But in his heart, he felt delighted; after all, Anning wasn't saying he smelled bad.
Her lips were pressed against his collarbone, soft and ticklish, making Si Wuxie unable to sit still.
