Lu Mian walked up to Leng Muling, raised his hand, and grabbed her by the neck. "Leng Muling, if you dare act out again, do you believe I'll kill you right now?"
"Kill me? Do you dare?" Leng Muling's breath was stifled, yet her dazzlingly sharp eyes stared unwaveringly at Lu Mian.
She was the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's residence, the niece of Zhuo Junli, and Lu Mian had just married her the day after their wedding!
Kill her?
Leng Muling looked at him as if to challenge whether he dared make the move!
Lu Mian had served as an official for ten years. That resolute certainty in Leng Muling's eyes—he understood it all too well.
Given her identity, he truly couldn't kill her.
Lu Mian let go of her, his force slowly subsiding as his hand changed from gripping to stroking Leng Muling's neck.
