On the plane.
Xia Xiaonuan sat by the window, staring outside, lost in thought.
A hand grabbed her small hand: "What are you looking at?"
Situ Yan asked softly in her ear.
Xia Xiaonuan snapped back to reality, "Looking at the clouds."
"What's so interesting about clouds? They all look the same." Situ Yan reached out and turned her face towards him.
"Looking at the clouds isn't as good as looking at my face. At least I can make different expressions for you!" Situ Yan said, furrowing his brows and then making a few funny faces.
Xia Xiaonuan gave a helpless smile: "Your expressions are so ugly." But they weren't ugly; this man was born with delicate features, and no matter how he contorted his face, he could never look ugly. Always that cool, handsome charm. Still, such a playful Situ Yan did surprise her.
So she deliberately teased him.
Situ Yan's face darkened for a moment, and his expression fell.
Xia Xiaonuan truly laughed this time.
