Li junyu's deep and cold eyes slightly darkened when he said 'she's mine'.
He did not expect that the words in his heart, which he had forgotten to change, would actually come out of his mouth.
He saw the shocked expressions of the people around him.
There was also ruan Mengmeng's pale little face, which was faintly tinged with embarrassment and anger.
He knew that he had angered ruan Mengmeng again.
Li junyu quietly observed the young girl's small face. Even though her palm-sized face was faintly angry, it was still pale.
His thick black eyebrows furrowed.
So what if she was annoyed? from the lounge to the podium, he had long noticed ruan Mengmeng's weakness.
Li junyu could not help but recall the past. Every time the young girl's period was in pain, she would be like a little kitten whose claws had been pulled out.
She could only lie in his arms weakly and obediently, rubbing her head against his neck to keep warm.
