"Is he very important to you?" asked Quan Jingwu.
Jian Qing nodded, "Very important."
Upon hearing this, a pungent sour scent instantly spread in the air.
"Is he more important than me?"
Jian Qing chuckled softly, gripping his hand, "Are you jealous?"
Quan Jingwu admitted straightforwardly, "Yes, I am jealous. Don't change the subject. Is he more important than me?"
Jian Qing pondered for a moment, a hint of slyness flashed in the depths of her eyes, "What will you do if I say yes?"
At her words, the man's dazzling, enchanting purple eyes instantly dimmed. Jian Qing looked at him, immediately regretting the words she had said just to tease him.
The next second, he abruptly grabbed her wrist; he lowered his head and pecked her lips lightly, his actions swift and decisive.