At least, when looking into Mi Zheng's eyes at this very moment, it's quite dazzling. If he could, he wouldn't hesitate to destroy it.
"Madam." The playful look was already gone from his face, Mi Zheng stared at the ring on Mu Lin's hand, feeling a chill. His charmingly handsome face now seemed frozen.
"Perhaps the madam has never mentioned it, but we're already married." The smirk on Jing Chen's lips was extraordinarily sweet, but his gaze at Mi Zheng was icy cold.
He knew it, this man, in front of him, had inappropriate desires for his wife. Distastefully so.
Unfortunately, whether it be inappropriate desires or anything else, he would never allow them to take root; he'd strangle them in the cradle. These types of things, Jing Chen rather enjoyed doing.
The atmosphere in the air became oddly strange in an instant.
