"Xiao Jinxing, are you jealous?" An Ning asked with a smile on her face.
"No." Xiao Jinxing said with a stern face.
"Are you bothered that I might... you know, with other men?" An Ning asked deliberately.
Xiao Jinxing's face was noticeably darkened.
"Silent again?" An Ning pretended to be angry.
Xiao Jinxing pursed his lips and said, "Yes, it does bother me."
An Ning laughed.
Laughed even more exaggeratedly.
Xiao Jinxing's face turned green from An Ning's laughter.
"Can you tone it down a bit?" Xiao Jinxing finally couldn't take it anymore.
Even as he told himself not to be angry or mind it, An Ning was not from here—perhaps in her place, relationships between men and women were perfectly normal, and therefore she didn't have a strong sense of chastity, but ultimately he was a man; men have possessiveness, and of course he'd feel upset!
"No." An Ning suddenly spoke.
Xiao Jinxing raised an eyebrow.
For a moment, he didn't understand what An Ning meant.
