"What are you thinking about? Why are you staring at Tingfeng like a puppy that just found a bone?" Lu Jihan said ominously.
The large hand around her slender waist applied a bit more pressure, and the small waist that was barely a handful felt as if it might break.
Song Yinyin glared at Lu Jihan in annoyance and sighed deeply.
How could she forget how terrifying her husband becomes when he gets jealous?
"Haha, hubby, I'm not," she laughed sheepishly.
"I saw it."
He gritted his teeth as he spoke.
Song Yinyin felt a chill down her spine and quickly tried to appease him:
"Alright, alright, I really didn't. Look, you're so handsome, how could I possibly be interested in anyone else, right? Hubby, my dear hubby, don't be mad."
"Hmph!" Lu Jihan snorted twice, his face still showing anger.
Ji Tingfeng looked at the two of them clearly flirting, unable to suppress a smile while feeling a bit envious, thinking of his solitary self, he couldn't help but feel a bit lonely.
