"Who are you?!"
Suppressing the rage in his heart, Ye Tiannan asked, his expression grim. The fury in his eyes was undisguised, though he no longer revealed any killing intent.
"Who am I? I'm Ruotong's man. You could say I'm your romantic rival. Oh no, you're not even worthy of being my rival." Cradling the delicate body in his arms, Lin Kuang wagged a finger and spoke with a smile, appearing completely indifferent, as if he hadn't noticed the anger in Ye Tiannan's eyes.
At that moment, Lin Kuang was in an excellent mood. The soft, warm body resting quietly in his arms felt wonderful. With every breath, a faint, sweet fragrance wafted from Yang Ruotong's body, making Lin Kuang's heart flutter. He controlled himself well, however, because this was all just an act.
Hearing Lin Kuang's self-introduction, the anger in Ye Tiannan's eyes intensified.
