Xu Fan was momentarily startled, but soon, a warm and soft body burrowed into his embrace.
Qin Mengyue hugged Xu Fan tightly, burying her head in his chest, sobbing like a child.
It was like she was talking to herself, confiding her deeply buried grievances in a disjointed way.
Feeling Qin Mengyue's helplessness, Xu Fan couldn't help but give a bitter smile as he gently stroked her smooth long hair and whispered, "As long as I'm here, no one can bully you."
When Qin Mengyue heard Xu Fan's voice, she couldn't help but tighten her embrace, fearing they would separate.
It seemed that only this man in her arms could provide her with such a sense of security.
"Why?"
Qin Mengyue lifted her head and looked at him bewilderedly, while Xu Fan cocked his mouth, revealing a mischievous smile.
"Because you're my little wife, that's why!"
"You're so bad!"
Qin Mengyue, with a rare blush, glared at Xu Fan reproachfully before loosening her grip and stepping back.
