Leng Yan stroked Wen Nuan's smooth hair: "She needs a male companion, but she's afraid the flaw will be seen when dancing. Did you notice the lace on her wrist?"
"It's so obvious, how could I not notice? Plus, my master asked her, and she said it was given by her male companion." Thinking of this, Wen Nuan was still a bit angry. Ji Wei was so arrogant back then, the words were addressed to everyone, but her eyes were fixed on her.
Bare. Naked. Challenge!
What's even more infuriating is that this man is right next to her now. Looking at his partially exposed chest under the bathrobe, Wen Nuan poked him hard: "Her male companion is you, my husband."
Grabbing Wen Nuan's finger, he bent down and kissed it: "Jealous?"
Wen Nuan nodded and then shook her head hastily.
It wasn't just jealousy, she couldn't describe what she was feeling. The feelings he had against Ji Wei before had been completely erased, what did he feel about Ji Wei now?
Was it just guilt?
