"She just said that Jian Zhiqing seems not to be in a hurry at all. Could it be that he is looking forward to her early demise, so he can marry some vixen?"
"What kind of look is that in your eyes?" Jian Zhiqing flicked her forehead. What made him uncomfortable in every way just by looking at her?
"I was just thinking," Qin Xiangnuan circled her arms around his neck, then pouted, "just now you didn't seem to worry about me at all, almost like you were happy about it. I thought, maybe you have someone else on the side and want me gone, to let a vixen in?"
