Suddenly, the view was blocked, and Yu Lingqian's steps halted. His tone was very displeased, "Mu Anran, let go."
"Hmm... I don't want to!" Mu Anran's soft voice protested, "You're not allowed to look."
Yu Lingqian suddenly realized something.
His tone became menacing, "Why can other men look, but I can't?"
Mu Anran was stunned for a moment, seemingly unable to understand herself.
Her hand slowly slid down from Yu Lingqian's face as she tilted her head, staring blankly at his exceptionally handsome face.
It looked as if she was trying to confirm something.
"Tell me, huh?" When the man spoke, his hot breath sprayed on her face, making her little face even redder.
"I... I..." A sudden flash of inspiration struck her mind, and with both hands, she wrapped them around Yu Lingqian's neck, desperately burrowing her head into his chest, "You're mine, don't—don't look at other women."