I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 540 Which gown do you think looks best? (2)_1

Chapter 540: Chapter 540 Which gown do you think looks best? (2)_1

Xia Wan’an was taken aback by Han Jingnian’s question. She first gave him a strange look, then turned her gaze to the row of dazzling gowns.

Under the hotel’s light, the specially made sequins or silk threads or diamonds on those gowns refracted blinding glimmers... No matter which one it was, Xia Wan’an thought they were all pretty...

So, without thinking too much, she answered, "They are all pretty."

A cold glint flashed in Han Jingnian’s eyes, and his slightly pursed lips formed a cruel arc.

Seeing that Han Jingnian remained silent, Xia Wan’an spoke again, "What’s wrong? Why ask suddenly..."

While she spoke, her gaze shifted from the gowns back to Han Jingnian.

Before her gaze could fully focus on him, Han Jingnian abruptly stood up and strode into the bedroom. The harsh sound of the door being slammed shut echoed in the room.

The noise frightened Xia Wan’an, causing her to shudder and the words she was saying to get stuck in her throat.

Before she could understand what had happened, she heard another door slam from the bedroom.

Awoken from her shock, Xia Wan’an instinctively ran into the bedroom only to see the bathroom door that Han Jingnian had just forcefully shut was still slightly trembling.

Was Han Jingnian throwing a tantrum? Who upset him?

Just as Xia Wan’an was perplexed, she heard a rush of running water from the bathroom, followed by a noise like clothes being thrown into a laundry basket, then the sound of various noises, like a toothbrush and toothpaste being moved around...

Listening to the incessant noises coming from the bathroom, Xia Wan’an couldn’t help but inch closer to the door. She was about to knock and ask if everything inside was okay when—

Before her hand could touch the door, the bathroom door was forcefully pulled open.

"Han..." Xia Wan’an managed to say just one word before Han Jingnian, wearing only dress pants, brushed past her as if she weren’t there. He walked to the bed, picked up the gown she’d just taken off — the one he’d sent her — wadded it up, stuffed it into the trash bin, and then, leaving an astounded Xia Wan’an behind, stepped back into the bathroom and slammed the door shut again.

Standing in front of the bathroom door, Xia Wan’an was startled by the deafening slam. She then looked at the tightly closed door in front of her, glanced at the gown Han Jingnian had forcefully thrown into the trash bin, looked at the row of gowns in the living room, and returned her gaze to the bathroom door...

Han Jingnian had asked her... which gown was the prettiest, and after she said they were all pretty, he started to behave this way... He even threw away the gown he gave to her... Could he be jealous?

Jealous... As these two words crossed Xia Wan’an’s mind, her fingertips trembled slightly.

When she had twisted her ankle in Hong Kong, he had been upset about it. At that time, she almost asked him... If he was starting to like her a little bit?

She was not entirely confident back then, but as they got along better and better, that thought would pop up in her mind from time to time. However, she cherishes their current relationship, she dare not ask frankly, afraid that her words might break the beautiful dream.