With Lu Xiaoyou by his side, he didn't need any other woman. If marrying meant he had to let go of Lu Xiaoyou, then he wouldn't marry.
Only when he gave her up would there be a Mrs. Long Seven in the Long Family.
But, would that day really come?
Long Xiliang zoned out for a moment, with Lu Xiaoyou sitting on his lap, her hands cradling his head.
Her eyes brimmed with laughter and seductive charm as she leaned down, her lips touching Long Xiliang's hair; yet her posture was one of superiority.
Ding~ Taming successful.
This man was hers; a slave should serve one master for life.
The man grabbed the hem of her dress; Lu Xiaoyou pressed down on his hand.
Their eyes clashed, Long Xiliang's gaze surging with heated emotion while Lu Xiaoyou, like a languid cat, appeared indifferent with narrowed eyes.
"No eating or drinking in the car~" she said, her smile luminous.
"I need the antidote." Only by having the antidote could he calm down.
