In Yu Xiuzhun's eyes, this action made his gaze deepen further, with a complex gleam.
"I haven't touched Yang Meilan," Yu Xiuzhun suddenly spoke.
"Huh?"
Ye Mingmei had just taken a bite of steak and hadn't swallowed it yet. Hearing his words, she was so startled that she choked directly.
"Cough cough—"
She picked up the red wine beside her and took a big gulp.
It took her a while to finally swallow the steak.
Her small face turned bright red.
She looked at Yu Xiuzhun in shock, not reacting for a long time to what his words meant.
What did he mean by saying he hadn't touched Yang Meilan?
Was he explaining it to her?
"Listen carefully, other than you, I haven't been with any other woman now, so you can confidently handle anyone who comes to you," Yu Xiuzhun spoke directly as if he hadn't seen her bewilderment.
His assertive tone carried a hint of indulgence.
Even he couldn't understand why hearing other women provoke her made him feel so uncomfortable inside.
