Quan Yu's thin lips came close to her ear. "Remember, you are mine. Going on dates with other men—that's not proper."
After speaking, he circled around Ning Guiwan and walked down the steps where Zhan Yan and Ming Yi were waiting. Both had their heads bowed, their expressions utterly composed, making it unclear if they had witnessed the recent scene.
Even if they had seen it, they wouldn't have altered their expressions. A mere kiss was nothing; even if something more intimate occurred right in front of them, they would remain as steadfast as mountains, keeping watch for the pair.
"Miss Ning, why are you standing in the wind? Aren't you cold?" a servant asked, coming out with several bags of trash to throw away.
Ning Guiwan's face and body felt warm; she didn't feel cold at all.
Patting her face, she entered the house. Quan Yu said that going on dates with other men was not proper.
Dates?
When did I ever go on a date with another man?
