Meng Tingxu walked ahead, pretending she hadn't heard.
Who was waiting for Qin He?
She certainly wasn't waiting!
Yet, the next moment, she let out a low cry, her feet hanging in the air, as the man who had hurried over held her securely in his embrace.
Qin He nuzzled his nose against hers, his smile gentle and warm as jade, "Xuxu, why didn't you wait for me?"
"If I don't wait for you, you just catch up by yourself, don't you?" Meng Tingxu said irritably.
Qin He watched her for a long time, then suddenly let out a low sigh.
He said earnestly, "Xuxu, I might not be able to catch up every time; what if one day, I can't keep up?"
When he said this, his brows and eyes were filled with an indescribable darkness, and his gaze was unnervingly focused.
Meng Tingxu's arm hooked around his neck, as if she had been startled, and she didn't speak for a long while.