At this very moment, Xiao Ming certainly didn't know that back at his house, two young women were discussing how to take possession of his body. After letting Xiao Li take a photo of him blowing Xiao Bing's hair, he quickly sent it to Jiang Xue via MMS.
Although this couldn't prove anything, it was at least a statement of intent.
Trust has always been fragile, never to be taken for granted.
"Brother, do you love your wife very much?"
In the mirror, Xiao Bing's cheeks were rosy, but her eyes were filled with wistfulness.
Xiao Ming patiently blew dry her hair and nodded, "She is the woman I love most and the only one I deeply love."
Xiao Bing pouted her lips, "Then... Can I be jealous of her?"
"Of course, you can. That would be an honor for me."
Xiao Ming smiled, "But I hope you won't be upset about it, or do anything that could hurt others or yourself."
"How can I not feel upset?"
"It's simple, see me as a relative, not as a man."
