In his previous life, during those years as a corporate slave, his resentment was heavier than a ghost's. What would he be afraid of?

Besides...

Xie Shu closed the water bottle cap, then moved a little closer to Ruan Nianxi, gently wrapping an arm around her waist. He leaned his head in, placing his chin on the top of her head and lightly rubbing it.

With her by his side, his happiness was more evident.