Nan Zhan stared at Jian Si's little face full of anticipation and excitement, fiercely hooked her chin, and bit her lips: "Am I not dedicated enough?"
"How would I know? We haven't seen each other for seven or eight years, and you have a fiancée." Jian Si snorted.
"Jealous." Nan Zhan grinned proudly: "With a man as handsome and dashing as yours, attracting admirers is only natural."
Jian Si gave him a sideways glance, disgusted.
Then she lowered her head again, thinking about the two couples she had just met; they were all adored, commanding like royalty, yet they were willing to bow down for one person, giving their all—being loved by such men must be a blessing from the past life.
But she had Nan Zhan; aside from his usual sullen face towards her, as a boyfriend, he truly was number one.
When Jian Si suddenly stopped talking, Nan Zhan thought she was angry, so he leaned over, wrapping one arm around her shoulder,
