When Li Qingcang thought of someone trying to snatch her away right in front of him in the beginning, he felt as if his territory had been invaded.
She belonged to him.
She could only be his.
No one could take her away from him. He wouldn't let them take her away. He would fight anyone who would try.
Li Qingcang stretched out his hand and gently stroked Ye Tianxin's hair. He bent over to smell her hair.
It smelled good.
Her scent was unique to girls her age.
The smell was sultry. His heart was happy.
Li Qingcang stood up quietly, then walked towards the desk. He opened a small drawer and took out a pair of scissors. Then he cut a few strands of Ye Tianxin's hair. He tidied up the strands and put them into his ID bag.
Now, his beautiful woman would always be with him.
Li Qingcang's heart was filled with passion.
Every vein in his body longed for Ye Tianxin.
He could hardly control his feelings.
