Qin Yuan listened to these words, lifting her flushed little face, her eyes as bright as cold stars fixedly looking at Marquis Gu.
A sharp chin, a rugged and steep Adam's apple completely within her view.
The man before her said self-deprecating words, yet his arms tightly clamped around her waist.
Hard as stone, full of strength.
Qin Yuan couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out her hand to stroke Marquis Gu's chest, teasing and provocative: "What, are you jealous now?"
"Not at all…"
Gu Jinghui snorted heavily through his nose, turning his face slightly, then said: "I'm just feeling a bit uncomfortable, a bit unhappy, what's it got to do with jealousy? I... the dignified Dingbei Marquis... how could I be jealous of this with my wife? Jealous of what? Hmm?"
Though Qin Yuan didn't laugh out loud, her body couldn't help but tremble continuously.
