After Xu Yi's questioning, Xue Zihan didn't reply right away. More than ten breaths passed before she sent him a thought: "Are you jealous?"
"I..."
Xu Yi nearly toppled over. "What would I be jealous of? I'm angry. Why did you leave without a word and turn so cold?"
Xu Yi wasn't entirely lying. This time, when he saw Xue Zihan, he'd kept her waiting and refused to speak to her because she had left without a word before. He'd felt like a used condom, tossed aside once someone was done with it.
Now that they'd met again, how could he be the one to go running over to her? What kind of decorum would that be? How could he ever assert himself as a husband after that?
Most of all, the sight of all the men around Snow Beauty, fawning over her and vying for her favor, had already soured his mood.
"I'm very happy you avoided answering the second half of my question, Young Master Xu."
Xu Yi never would have dreamed that Xue Zihan would respond like that.
He froze, then felt ashamed. Though Snow Beauty had the bearing of a fairy, she was a foolish girl who had offered him her whole heart.
Suddenly, he understood. Had Xue Zihan really been so desperate that she'd forcibly taken him that way? No, he'd always been too coy. For a girl to act like that, she must have worked up an unimaginable amount of courage.
At that moment, Snow Beauty was happy to know he was jealous. Clearly, she thought he was still the same coy Xu Yi as before, still believed he was as heartless as he'd once been.
"What virtue or ability do I have, Zi Han, to deserve you treating me so well?"
Xu Yi