Long Xuanmo's face was glum, his pupils brimming with annoyance and jealousy as his gaze, chilling and intense, was fixed on the two small hands on Yang Chaoyi's arm, wishing he could stride forward and pry them off. He felt a stinging pain in his eyes as envy churned within him and a surge of anger rushed from his heart to his brain.
Ah Jiu was his, how could she be so intimate with another man? Not even Ah Jiu's father would be acceptable! Especially after Ah Jiu had spoken those words, he was nearly driven to madness by jealousy.
