Back in the room, Su Yu only relaxed after closing the door.
Han Jing puffed up her cheeks angrily, hands on her hips, and lowered her voice to shout at Su Yu, "Su Yu, are you looking to die!"
Facing Han Jing, Su Yu took two steps toward her, closing in on her.
He was tall, and Han Jing always seemed petite in front of him, so even though Han Jing looked quite fierce when angry, when he approached her, she still seemed like she was playfully acting cute and coquettish.
It really was... a bit disheartening.
Su Yu placed his hand on hers that were resting on her waist, wrapping her hand in his palm, holding her waist, and then leaned closer to her face: "So, Jing'er is very concerned about other men?"
Han Jing... What is this... what kind of ghost is this!
"When did I ever care about other men?" Han Jing had an inexplicable look on her face: "Isn't the man I care most about you?"
