"You don't like him, but you take care of him. Aren't you afraid he'll fall for you even more?"
"Not necessarily, huh? Maybe one day, I'll like him?" Tang Huai tilted her head, chuckling mischievously.
Jing Xuan, looking at her like this, was fuming: "You're only allowed to like me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, without giving her any chance to react, he lowered his head and captured her lips—
About ten minutes later.
Jing Xuan reluctantly let go of the petite woman in his arms.
He held her tight, his hands roaming back and forth across her face and shoulders.
His voice was low, husky, and even had a hint of a commanding tone: "Tang Huai, you're only allowed to like me!"
"..."
"If you dare to like another man, I might do something bad to you!"
"Bad... something bad?" Tang Huai blinked and asked, stunned: "What kind of bad thing?"
"I'll rip out your heart."
"..." Can you be more brutal?
Tang Huai pinched his chest hard: "Gory, barbaric."
