The Cunning Man Who Spoils His Wife

Ye Shengge was taken aback. "What are you doing?"

Fu Yushen looked at her, his deep and intense gaze as frosty as his fair, handsome face.

Jealousy welled up within him once again.

Ye Shengge had only praised him once when she was drunk. Now, she was openly admiring Su Muxun.

As Fu Yushen continued to silently stare at her, Ye Shengge felt uneasy in her heart. She wanted to break free from his hold, but Fu Yushen didn't give her a chance to escape.

He held her chin, his slender and icy fingertips gently caressing her skin. After a long silence, he finally spoke in a chilling tone with a hint of coldness in his voice, "Ye Shengge, your eyes still look the same as before."

Ye Shengge: "?"

Who said her eyes had changed!

Ye Shengge glared back at him with annoyance. "Your eyes are the ones that are no good. Even if my eyes are no good, yours are even worse!"

Fu Yushen furrowed his brows.