Barton completely forgot about Nan Wan's existence, joy plainly written on his dog face.
The dog I raised since childhood, in less than a day, became closer to someone else, not even giving me a glance.
This feeling is like being cuckolded.
Bittersweet and complicated.
Standing up, picking up the clothes at the foot of the bed, muttering gloomily, "Aren't you just asking the obvious?"
Mu Jin Huan tossed the ball he was holding into the master bedroom, Barton instinctively chased after it.
Raising his hand, naturally encircling the person passing by in his arms, his voice quietly deep, "Rest assured as Mrs. Mu, I'll handle these small roles for you."
After last night, Nan Wan seemed a little afraid of such intimacy, her body somewhat stiff, her hand forming a loose fist against the man's chest.
It was a form of resistance, albeit not obvious.
