Just because her name was Changsheng, he got jealous?!
"Mhm," he leaned close to her and bit her neck as if to punish.
Su Mo felt a jolt of electricity strike her heart, and the numbness on her neck made her legs weak. She pushed against the man's shoulders in a gentle voice, "Zhao Changsheng is a woman, and you're jealous over this?"
"I've never seen her as a woman," he lifted his head and stared at her slightly parted lips as he spoke bluntly.
Su Mo's hands voluntarily wrapped around his neck as she chuckled, "Then what should I call you? Xiao Chenchen? Or maybe Xiao Lulu?"
These names were each more disgusting than the last; Lu Chen's eyes darkened, and he captured that mischievous mouth with his own.
Moments later, Su Mo was panting against his chest, her pretty face blushing, "Lu Chen, I think your name is very nice, I like calling you that."
So, there really was no need for him to be jealous.
