This kind of bite mark deeply pierced his eyes, and he shifted his gaze to Leng Yu Yan.
It had been eight days since he had kidnapped her, and during these days, he was obsessed with her.
Even if she blamed and scolded him at this moment, the thought of seeing her again brought him a hidden joy.
However, with just one glance, he saw the red marks on her neck that her collar could not conceal.
Sensual, prompting wild imaginations.
Ji Qingyu's uninjured hand tightly clenched into a fist, a string deep inside him snapped in an instant, causing a throbbing ache.
Yet, his smile did not change: "What do you think, which of these three women is more suitable as the official wife?"
Leng Yu Yan said, "Mi Xinmei is about to get married, Luo Meng'er has someone she loves, and as for Lai Jiajia, do you still remember the incident in the melon field? Ji Qingyu, I know your purpose in marrying them is just to make me uncomfortable."
