An Xiaxia stood outside the ward . She was going to check up on Su Xiaomo, but just happened to walk in on their lovey-dovey interaction . She then sat down on the bench outside in frustration .
A tall figure walked past her . The person paused when he recognized her . “An Xiaxia?”
“Hm?” An Xiaxia looked up .
It was Yin Qinghan .
He had lost quite a few pounds, but his eyes remained bright and clear . The smile he gave An Xiaxia was very pleasant .
It was one of those hearty smiles .
“What are you doing here? Still not feeling well?”
An Xiaxia shook her head . “I’m fine . I’m here for a friend of mine . ”
“I see… You know what, I haven’t thanked you properly for your help last time . How about we grab something to eat?” Yin Qinghan said with a smile .
An Xiaxia declined politely . “Glad to help . Don’t worry about it . He saved me once before . ”
Come to think of it, fate was really a remarkable thing .
That time when she lost a lot of blood and the blood bank didn’t have the matching blood type, Qi Yue had saved her life by donating his own blood .
“By the way, what’s the relationship between Qi Yue and Qi Yanxi like now? Still awkward?”
“Just about the same as before . After all, people like us… are not welcomed in this society…” Yin Qinghan smiled self-mockingly .
An Xiaxia consoled him right away . “Don’t say that . People are gradually becoming more open-minded and all love needs to be respected and blessed regardless of its form . Maybe the majority of people still don’t understand you now, but I believe that eventually, they’ll see that your love is as precious as everyone else’s . ”
Yin Qinghan chuckled . “You’re as… innocent as before . ”
“… Are you calling me stupid?”
“No, no, I mean it, every word . ”
An Xiaxia sighed . “Actually, I’m a slash fiction writer… you know, stories about romance between guys . A lot of readers like this genre . I have an autograph event next week in the city library with a famous writer . Her work is of this type as well! I believe that more and more people will begin to accept it!”
The look on Yin Qinghan’s face turned a little strange . “Which day is your event?”
“Saturday . ”
“Morning or afternoon?”
“Afternoon…”
“… What’s your pseudonym?”
An Xiaxia thought that an odd question . “Um… It’s ‘Break Stones on My Chest . ’ Do you know it? Have you read my books?”
“No… I’m that writer in the same event with you . I’m ‘Princess Hanhan’…” said Yin Qinghan with an impassive face .
They exchanged looks…
They both shuddered…
An Xiaxia felt frozen by the awkwardness .
“Heh… you’re a writer, too!”
“Hahaha…” Yin Qinghan played along and smiled, his facial muscles very rigid .
“I always thought ‘Princess’ was a woman…”
“And I thought you were a man…”
The two forced smiles and chatted some more about writing fiction .
A man with an imposing manner walked unhurriedly toward them down the corridor .
Seeing that they were chatting happily, the look in his eyes turned cold, which seemed to even cool the air . The two stopped talking .
An Xiaxia explained right away, “Nothing is going on between us!”
Yin Qinghan, on the other hand, never missed a chance to stir things up . Smiling wickedly, he said, “Actually… we do have a tiny something going on . ”
With a grim face, Sheng Yize grabbed An Xiaxia by her wrist and dragged her to a VIP ward that was always kept for him .
An Xiaxia was pushed onto the bed and the man’s intimidating voice rang out . “So, he’s your type?”