Lan Mu thought Yan Zao wouldn't be able to accept it. He took a step closer to her, his arm wrapping around her from behind in a domineering embrace, "Even if you can't do it, you have to—because you are my wife, Lan Mu's wife."
'You are my wife, Lan Mu's wife...'
Upon hearing these words, a flicker of light danced in Yan Zao's eyes, and with a mix of surprise and confusion, she tilted her head back to meet Lan Mu's gaze.
Had she seen wrong?
She actually saw in his eyes a strong possessiveness.
Directed at her.
Unable to contain her excitement, she nodded with a smile, "Okay."
Her gentleness left Lan Mu taken aback.
...
Above on the second floor's corridor, a man was holding a delicate woman in his arms. The woman's features were exquisite, and the man's eyes and eyebrows were like a painting—like a still frame from a picture.
"What do you think the captain and sister-in-law are going to do next?"
