"Is this how you prove it?" Shen Yin stared at him in disbelief. Why was this man getting more and more shameless?
Lian Jing kept his expression cold as he grabbed her hand and slid it down across his hard abdomen, until she reached an area that was burning hot. He pressed her hand against himself and murmured hoarsely in her ear, "Shen Yin, for more than 20 years, you've been the only one who has used this. It will belong only to you in the future."
"You scoundrel!" Shen Yin's face turned red. He made it sound as if she was begging for it.
However, the bitterness that had grown in her heart for many days finally dissipated after hearing his explanation.
No matter how much she wanted to misunderstand him, she had to admit that right now, he was really sincere towards her.
"I'm a scoundrel, but I'm only scoundrel towards you." Lian Jing's lips curled upwards as he cradled her head. He leaned forward and kissed her.
