Xuan Feng spoke, then turned and left carrying Han Rui.
This time, Han Rui did not struggle.
He was carried along, talking to Xuan Feng, "It seems I won't be spending the night at the Bai family villa tonight. Where are we going? I've been here before..."
If it were in the past, she might have played along.
But now, she had Han Mo. It wasn't about adhering to any traditional virtues, but basic respect for her husband was necessary, wasn't it?
More importantly, the people she had found were likely no match for Han Mo, not even a single finger. She still had to put in the effort to deal with them... the thought alone was exhausting.
Tong Yao acted spoiled and cute, directly pulling Bai Xi's arm and swaying it, "Please, please, Xi'er, I know you're the best... Please!"
Looking at Tong Yao before her, she felt a moment of softness. After all, she was her best friend and deserved to be indulged, "Alright..."
The words of agreement were about to be spoken when a slender finger blocked them. The finger was well-defined, carrying a trace of coolness in the dark night: "I apologize. I told Miss Tong this morning that I miss Xi'er so much that even a day apart feels like ages. Therefore, even for a single night, I cannot bear to have you take her away."
After speaking, he directly reached out and drew Bai Xi into his embrace, placing his right arm around her shoulders as if completely confining her in front of his body.
Tong Yao released her hand the moment Han Mo declared his possessiveness. Looking at the scene before her, a blush crept onto her cheeks. She could no longer voice the protest she had intended.
Tsk tsk tsk, straightforward men are indeed charming, making them impossible to refuse.
Dr. Han's domineering possessiveness over his wife, this scene was too pleasing to the eye.
Forget it, forget it, she wouldn't interfere.
"Since Dr. Han says so, I won't insist. But Dr. Han, you must work hard. Aim to give me a little Xi'er to play with in nine months. Otherwise... I'll have to snatch Xi'er from you again!"
She said this while fleeing, a provocative smile on her face.
Han Mo's arm remained around Bai Xi's shoulders, his large palm holding her delicate shoulder. The night air was slightly cool, and it was precisely because of this that she could clearly feel the warmth from his large hand: "A Mo, your hands are so cold."
Even though the weather was gradually getting colder, why were his hands so chilled?
Hearing Bai Xi's words, Han Mo immediately released his arm.
The moment he let go, Bai Xi turned and gently cupped his hands, softly blowing on them twice, "Will this be a little better?"
Han Mo looked at Bai Xi before him, her face within his hands, easily held with a gentle grip.
Now that they were so happy, could it truly not last?
He really, really didn't want to let go.
Thinking of this, his eyes shifted, gradually deepening, and he recalled Bai Han's words: "If you regret this within these three days, you can tell me anytime."
Bai Xi looked into his eyes and seemed to sense something: "A Mo, I feel like you're hiding something from me."
Han Mo returned to his senses, the gloom in his eyes instantly vanishing. He looked at Bai Xi with utmost tenderness, "No."
Seeing his direct reply, Bai Xi felt it wouldn't be right to ask further, "I noticed your complexion is much better today than before, but why are your hands still so cold?"
Although she didn't understand medicine, she knew basic knowledge; cold hands and feet were a sign of insufficient blood and qi. Han Mo hadn't had such cold extremities even when he was anemic. This morning, she clearly felt Han Mo's complexion was much improved, so why had the condition of his cold hands and feet worsened?
The degree of coldness worried her, even giving her a faint sense of unease.