Yuan Yung was initially unsure, but now she was one hundred percent certain.
Even so, she still found it a bit unimaginable and couldn’t reconcile the man in front of her, wearing a bathrobe, with damp strands of hair across his forehead, looking serious as he read docunts, as being Ye Hao—
So she sent another ssage over, "Ye Hao, do you have a girlfriend?"
Hearing the notification, the man picked up the phone again, frowned slightly at the content, but this ti didn’t look at Yuan Yung. Instead, he replied, "I’m married."
Yuan Yung: "Ah! You’re married already?"
Ye Hao: "Are you surprised? I’ve been married for a long ti."
Yuan Yung: "Why didn’t you ntion it before?"
Ye Hao: "I prefer to keep my privacy."
Yuan Yung: "But I’ve told you all about my life! Doesn’t that seem really unfair?"
Ye Hao: "So you want to share so of my personal stuff with you?"
Yuan Yung: "Of course."
Ye Hao: "Alright, feel free to ask!"
Yuan Yung: "What kind of person is your wife?"
Jun Ting looked up at the woman playing on her phone—
Yuan Yung knew he was looking at her, so she appeared particularly cool and composed. She thought he’d probably tease her in a mont!
The next second, she received this reply: "She’s got a bit of a temper and can be a little spoiled. When she’s angry, she likes to wrinkle her nose, and her nose isn’t that prominent, to begin with, and it looks worse when she wrinkles it. Also, she loves snacks, so with nas I can’t even pronounce, and she eats like a little mouse. Her taste is pretty average; today, she made wear a really ugly outfit on the street. Despite being in her twenties, she still doesn’t know how to take care of herself. After a shower, she runs around barefoot. Although she has a lot of bad habits, still..."
Initially, Yuan Yung was really mad, not expecting that he saw her like this—
But seeing the words "still," she knew there was more to co, and her anticipation surged, her heart pounding.
Because she had her back to him, she didn’t see the man’s gaze, which was as tender and lting as ice.
Soon, she saw several more words leap into her sight, "Even so, I still love her, whether it’s her strengths or her flaws."
"Wow," she exclaid—
Yuan Yung felt her heart weeping in her chest.
She was crying from being too moved.
At that mont, sothing soft wrapped her chilly feet, and her gaze flickered to see the man beside her putting shoes on her feet, "Can you be more careful next ti, you just got out of the hospital."
"...Mm." Yuan Yung nodded with tears in her eyes.
The man looked up to see the tears in her eyes, "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing." She said, then threw herself into his arms, snuggled, and found a comfortable position, "I just read a really touching novel, so..."
"Silly girl." The man ruffled her hair, "You cry over sothing like this."
Yuan Yung humd, "I have a low tear point, okay!"
"Alright, alright." Huo Junting quickly gave in, "Let see what novel it is?"
Saying this, he proceeded to grab her phone—
Yuan Yung panicked, clutching the phone to her chest, "No way, I... I’m reading a novel about guys together, you as a straight guy wouldn’t be interested."
"Guys together?" Huo Junting’s eyes narrowed, "A novel about n with n?"
"Yes, yes!" Yuan Yung thought that given he had studied abroad through undergraduate to doctorate, he shouldn’t mind this kind of thing!
After all, it’s a pretty common relationship overseas.
Unexpectedly, she soon saw the man’s face beco as dark as it could be.
It could be described as the prelude to a storm.
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