Quan Jingwu's eyebrows twitched lightly as he suddenly flipped over and pressed her beneath him, catching Jian Qing off guard, causing her to freeze momentarily.
As she looked up, two clusters of deep blue flames seemed to leap from the man's eyes, scorching her heart.
Quan Jingwu propped himself up on both sides of her, his thin lips gently biting her earlobe, eliciting an involuntary shiver and a soft moan from her.
"Xiaojing…"
Her delicate voice fell into his ear, making his eyes darken and his deep voice grow slightly hoarse, "Good treasure, don't think of other men."
Even if it was their son, it didn't matter; he was just that domineering towards her.
Jian Qing couldn't help but laugh and punch him lightly, "That's our son."
What man? Clearly, it's just two little buns.
This jealousy was just too boundless.
"I don't care." His husky voice was low and childish.
