"In any case, as long as they don't find their way to me, I'm OK."
The moment Qiao Mianmian was done explaining, she felt the air around her go cold.
It was as if it had dropped to freezing temperatures.
Even her goosebumps were out.
Meanwhile, the man holding her had turned into a cooler, generating an overflowing amount of cold air.
Qiao Mianmian looked up at his darkened expression and got flustered. "Mo Yesi, you…"
"You don't mind that I like other women? You're OK?" The smile on that handsome face had been curled into a strange, dangerous arc. Every word sounded like it was coated in ice.
The cold air was all over Qiao Mianmian's face, finding its way into her skin.
Mo Yesi was angry?
She looked at him for a few seconds. "I…"
