He pinched her soft waist and warned, "From now on, don't talk to male fans casually, got it?"
Yun Qiluo's eyes rolled, and suddenly she felt a bit happy.
"Beautiful woman, are you jealous?" She leaned in to stare at him with a cheeky smile, "You really love getting jealous."
Yan Yan didn't say anything.
He realized this little one was becoming bolder and bolder.
Especially after defining their relationship, her tail seemed to be pointing skywards.
And now she even dared to mock him.
Back then, he shouldn't have let her know he liked her...
He remembered the beginning when he had just brought her home, her looking forward to him returning every day, eager to say a word, shy yet charming, so adorable.
Yun Qiluo saw he wasn't speaking and didn't realize the danger, thinking he was feeling guilty.
Instantly, she felt a sense of triumph, as if she had caught him red-handed.
