Bao Ye turned his head, his gaze falling on the girl's bright, crystal-clear eyes, shining like stars in the night.
He chuckled coldly and his Adam's apple bobbed: "You're overthinking."
"Why would I be jealous?"
His people, his things, can only be his.
Absolutely not allowed for anyone else to touch.
But what Jiang Ruan heard was another meaning.
The straightforward words pierced directly into Jiang Ruan's soft heart.
Indeed, he doesn't love her.
How could he be jealous?
A hint of sadness crossed Jiang Ruan's eyes, but her face remained cheerful as she said defiantly, "What if I am really thinking about another man? Wouldn't you get jealous even a little bit?"
She blinked, her little face earnest.
Her obedient and cute demeanor made her look like a good child.
No hint of joking at all.
