An Lan was utterly disgusted.
"Don't even mention it," she waved her hand, glancing at Huo Zhanting's gloomy face. She reached out to grab his hand and leaned into his chest, taking a deep breath, "I can't stand it, just the thought of Xiao Yihe makes me want to vomit. Let me breathe you in to clear my mind."
She cuddled up like a kitten, all soft and wholly reliant on Huo Zhanting, clearly pleasing him.
A slight smile appeared on Huo Zhanting's lips, as the bad mood brought on by Xiao Yihe's call also dissipated quite a bit.
He caressed An Lan's back as if smoothing fur.
A sickeningly sweet pink bubble hung between them.
Zhang Ya rubbed her own goosebumps and said with a face full of disdain, "Ugh, you are already an old married couple, I can't stand watching this anymore. I'm going to bed."
Zhang Ya then went upstairs, and An Xuan quickly followed her.
An Lan tried hard, barely managing to coax Huo Zhanting into a good mood.
