"Wife, I wasn't late, was I?"
Nalan Jing walked directly to Mu Qianyue, reaching out to hold her soft hand, his purple eyes full of tenderness and indulgence.
"Thankfully, you weren't late." Mu Qianyue's lips curled slightly, tightening her grip on his hand.
The couple walked together, creating a beautiful and harmonious picture.
From afar, Yan Qingya's eyes were almost spewing fire, full of jealousy, but she hid it well and didn't show it. However, after a moment, she regained her noble and elegant demeanor and walked over, smiling, "Brother Jing, how come you made time to come here? I thought you weren't interested in this kind of competition."
Nalan Jing, however, seemed not to hear and turned around, reaching out to tidy Mu Qianyue's wind-blown hair, "With me not around, can't you even comb your hair? It's such a mess."
"Knowing you, wouldn't you stick with me instead of running around, or else there's no one to comb my hair." Mu Qianyue lightly pouted.
