The air around the man got even colder.
He suddenly grabbed Qiao Mianmian's hand and pulled her into a hug. The look in his eyes was domineering.
He held her very tight and immediately bit her lip. "In the future, don't talk about how good other men are in front of me.
"They're nobody to you, how well do you know them? They're so good in your eyes? Why don't you spend more time noticing your husband, I'm not any worse than them.
"If you spend more time with me, you'll realize that your husband is better than any of them."
"Uhm."
Qiao Mianmian looked up at him, his lips still pressed against hers.
She suddenly laughed.
Mo Yesi took a deep breath as he watched this heartless little thing. "What's so funny?"
He was feeling miserable, and she was happy about it?
Heartless.
"Mo Yesi, you're jealous?" Qiao Mianmian smiled. "You're unhappy because I complimented someone else and not you?"
