Xia Wan’an instinctively retreated, but as if he had anticipated it, before she could dodge, his hand was already clutching her neck.
His kiss was intense and overbearing, as if he couldn’t wait to swallow her whole.
His lips pressed against hers, his prolonged deep kiss seed endless. It wasn’t until Xia Wan’an felt she might beco the first person in the world to suffocate from a kiss, that he finally let her go.
Her lips were red and swollen from his kisses, shimring with a glossy shine.
Seeing this, his throat clenched involuntarily and his eyes grew heated.
Suppressing the ascending desire, he stared into her eyes and said, "I’ll ask you one last ti, are you certain there are no issues you need my help with?"
It took Xia Wan’an quite a while to regain her composure after the kiss. Staring blankly at Han Jingnian for a mont, she was just about to shake her head and say no as before, but she froze before she could.
What did he just ask? If she had any problems that he needs to deal with... problems... Could he be referring to the Gao Lin incident?
Indeed, given that news of the incident circulated widely in groups, it wouldn’t be surprising if Han Jingnian had heard about it by now.
However, it was the first ti in their two years of marriage that he had taken the initiative to ask if she needed his help.
Xia Wan’an felt a little surprised and sowhat pleased.
However, was he concerned that the ruckus would expose their secret marriage?
Thinking about this, a dim light passed through Xia Wan’an’s eyes, but she quickly dropped her eyelids to hide her feelings: "Are you referring to Gu Yuzhi’s fiancée incident? I can handle this on my own, you don’t need to trouble yourself..."
You don’t need to trouble yourself...
His pupils contracted slightly at Xia Wan’an’s last sentence, and his gaze on her turned icier.
Calm in his fury, he was composed enough to ask with a chilling voice: "Then who are you going to trouble? Xia Chen’an?"
Xia Wan’an, who hadn’t looked up at Han Jingnian, did not notice his change. She humd lightly in acknowledgnt: "Yes, my brother can handle it..."
Han Jingnian’s lips tightened, but he remained silent.
It was quite amusing. He had initially been on a business trip in Hong Kong, and only flew back on an early flight because he was worried after hearing about her problem.
After asking her over and over if everything was alright, she refused to ntion the trouble she was experiencing. Even when he pressed her for details, she retorted with ’you needn’t trouble yourself, my brother will handle it...’
Rembering that Han Jingnian might have seen the pictures she posted in the group because of Gao Lin, Xia Wan’an hastily explained: "By the way, I did post our marriage certificate in the group, but I covered all your information, so they won’t know it’s you."
"I also posted a picture of and my brother. They all think my brother is the one I married, so it won’t cause you any issues."
"Enough!"
Han Jingnian, who hadn’t been speaking, finally raised his voice.
Her brother this, her brother that. When it was raining and she couldn’t go ho - her brother. When she encountered trouble – her brother. ’Brother’ was her answer for everything, so where did he fit into her world?
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