Xiao Jiong was momentarily stunned, his scarred face appearing solemn in the twilight.
Ye Huang didn't interrupt, letting Bai Xiao lead Xiao Jiong on: having endured too much bullying as a child, Bai Xiao was adept at making overtures to strangers.
Today, she was behaving a bit unusually. Did she notice something?
Ye Huang's heartstrings were stretched tight, as if something was about to burst forth.
The last glimmer of daylight vanished beyond the horizon, mosquitoes began their activity, while Bai Xiao chatted with Xiao Jiong, swatting the insects away with her hand.
Xiao Jiong hardly spoke, just listened to Bai Xiao talk.
In the end, Bai Xiao's face ended up with a mosquito bite, red and itchy, she scratched at it, the more she scratched, the itchier it became.
"Husband." Bai Xiao stood up, seeking help from Ye Huang.
Ye Huang frowned, murmuring, "Look at you, still so attractive to mosquitoes. Why don't they bite me?"
"Because I'm more fragrant!" Bai Xiao pouted.
