Lian Xinying's complexion changed drastically with the four words he had lightly uttered.
If he hadn't been with any other women in these three years, then why hadn't she felt "hungry" in the same time span without any other men?
"Uncle, I'm not hungry at all!" Lian Xinying muttered, pulling her hand back and crawling onto the bed, shifting her small body further back.
He was like a scorching fireball right now, radiating intense heat.
Yan Ye moved toward her and grabbed her arm, forcibly pulling her into his embrace.
"Aside from me, do you have any other men?" Yan Ye's eyes darkened, carrying a hint of danger.
Lian Xinying shook her head immediately, "I don't! I only have my son!"
Perhaps it was because of the little troublemaker that she'd had no mind to think of such matters, with all the daily hustle and bustle.
Yan Ye nodded slightly but didn't intend to let her off the hook.
