Su Xingyue was startled by his gaze and quickly pushed him away.
"Nan Yuling, can't you be serious for once…"
She watched the handsome man in front of her helplessly.
He could be cold and aloof at times, but at other times he was anything but serious.
Serious?
Hearing her words, Nan Yuling deliberately raised an eyebrow and then lowered his gaze to ask her.
"Little Vinegar Jar, how else do you want me to be serious?" His deep voice was filled with indulgence.
Surprise flickered in his dark eyes.
Far from being unhappy with her earlier show of jealousy, he was actually… quite pleased.
She was becoming more and more aware of what it meant to be Mrs. Nan.
...
Hearing his words, Su Xingyue was taken aback and only then realized that her words seemed a bit sour.
"I'm not jealous!" She pouted, rebutting discontentedly.
She refused to accept the title "Little Vinegar Jar."
As for her denial, Nan Yuling wore a face full of disbelief.
"Are you sure?"