Xiao Jihan followed Su Muyao's gaze downward and naturally saw what she was looking at.
Suddenly, Xiao Jihan seemed to remember something, his throat moved slightly, and his usually clear and placid eyes were now profound.
Xiao Jihan stepped forward gently holding Su Muyao's fingers.
His fingers lightly touched her soft fingertips, carrying a hint of warmth that made the palm of his hand begin to heat up.
With unexplainable warmth in his heart.
He slowly pulled in his direction, following Su Muyao's gaze.
"Wife, do you want to treat me?"
As he spoke these words, his clear eyebrows carried a dark feeling of anticipation.
That dark gaze stared at her as if he wanted to devour her.
Su Muyao was somewhat distracted and dazed, completely unresponsive.
Seeing her hand being pulled away, she nearly screamed.
Quickly, she forcefully withdrew her hand.
Her heart was about to jump out.
Her tongue twisted as she spoke, "This... this can't be treated, right?"
