"Did you find out?" The underground prison's heavy door slowly opened and Bi Xia was immediately pulled into a tight embrace.
Bi Xia raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you hear everything already?"
He only heard Qin Zhan chuckle softly, "No, I really didn't…"
"At that time, all I saw and heard was our Little Nine. How could I let other sounds sully my ears?"
"Qin Zhan, you're so jealous." Bi Xia curved his lips into a sudden smile.
"Do you like it?"
Undoubtedly, he shrugged, "But only towards me."
"Of course."
The two walked out of the dark prison. Bi Xia said to Qin Zhan, "I'll be meeting with my friend to clarify my mom and Bi Qingyun's divorce, so I might be home late tonight, don't wait up for me."
He gently kissed the teenager's forehead. When he heard the teen refer to 'home' in his words, Qin Zhan felt a warmth spreading through him—a feeling he hadn't experienced in years.
