Gu Yelin admitted to himself that the question he asked was of very poor taste; he was now like a jealous and resentful husband. But he confessed, he was jealous, indeed, he wanted to monopolize his treasure's body and soul, not leaving any gaps for others!
An Yiqing was startled by the man's words, and the conversation she had with Duan Tang in the small garden a few days ago couldn't help but come to mind. Gradually, a soft enlightenment appeared in her eyes, followed by a faint smile.
"Mmm... Ah Lin, are you jealous?..." An Yiqing's eyebrows and eyes curved as she wrapped her hand around the man's sturdy and lean waist.
Gu Yelin's body stiffened, then gradually relaxed under the pats of the girl's small hand. He opened his mouth, leaned into An Yiqing's tender neck, and gently bit down.
"Tutu, you can only belong to me alone!"
