"What are you thinking about?" Qinghe felt awkward for quite some time and realized that this person was clearly not on the same wavelength as her since he had become lost in thought. She sat next to him, slightly annoyed.
Weisheng Yueren's deep and slender phoenix eyes glanced at Qinghe as if searching for something on her. After a while, the corners of his lips lifted slightly. He extended his long arm, pulling her into his embrace.
This guy was really off today, Qinghe felt somewhat concerned, "You, are you okay?"
"Girl, mine."
The voice, far yet seemingly close, made Qinghe pause for a moment. The vibration against her chest let her know who was speaking. She blinked and then suddenly, understanding, she smiled brightly, her face radiant as a flower.
With upturned eyes, she declared possessively, "You are mine. From top to bottom, from head to toe, you belong to this Miss. No one else is allowed to touch."
"Okay."
