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Xiao Ruo was almost frozen stiff by the cold aura emanating from her man. She gently scratched his arm under the table.
The man shot a cold glance over, and Xiao Ruo got irritated, lowering her voice: "You know there's nothing between him and me, if you keep being so sarcastic, I'm going to get mad!"
The man's expression paused slightly, his large hand under the table grasping hers: "It's not directed at you."
Someone coveting your woman right in front of you, which man could tolerate such a thing?
"What was that look just now, then?" Xiao Ruo pinched him back.
Fu Hanwen knew he was in the wrong and tugged at his lips: "Sorry, I couldn't hold back for a moment just now."
Xiao Ruo rolled her eyes, muttering: "Lucky you didn't have a sword in your hand earlier."
If he had a sword, would he have stabbed her if he couldn't hold back?
"If I had a sword in my hand, even if I stabbed myself, I wouldn't stab you," the man said earnestly.
Xiao Ruo glared at him.
This man!
