But Ye Li did care, why should she pretend not to mind when other women covet her husband? If they didn't flaunt themselves before her, she might let it slide, but now they had come knocking at her door, she couldn't just sit still—that wouldn't be Ye Li.
Ji Yanchen: "Being jealous is fine." Knowing that she had a sense of crisis was somewhat more reassuring to him than her previously carefree attitude.
Clasping one of Ji Yanchen's arms, Ye Li looked at him with righteous indignation, "I don't care, you're my husband, we're married, you can't cheat."
The matter of Ye Zhentian's infidelity had always been a scar on Ye Li's heart. She didn't speak of it, but that didn't mean the scar didn't exist. This, Ji Yanchen had always known. Therefore, he was very clear that he had never had excessive contact with any other woman.
"Ye Li, I won't," Ji Yanchen caressed her hair, silently sighed, his low and deep voice intriguing as it reached Ye Li's ears, "Are you hungry?"
