"What are you thinking about?" After the rain cleared, Ye Jiuyou emanated a lazy and rosy demeanor, leaning languidly against the man's shoulder: "Don't think that after gaining me, you shouldn't cherish me."
This woman turned out to be the most insecure in this regard.
Zhao Changhe felt a bit of heartache hearing this and tightened his embrace slightly, whispering: "You're thinking too much. Right now, I'm thinking about how you get along with others."
Ye Jiuyou was a bit pleased, then said: "I don't need to get along with them, and you shouldn't waste your effort considering these things."
"It doesn't have to be harmonious, but at least there shouldn't be hostility, right...?"
"Hmph... I've always said, messing up your harem is also chaos, and you should have known that's the price before you approached me."
Zhao Changhe could only shake his head and smile.
