Yan Yan had a stern face, lazily asking, "What do you think?"
The Young Girl blinked, not understanding.
Little White was so good, why didn't the beautiful woman like him?
Did the beautiful woman also play games with him?
The man was almost amused by her clueless expression.
He pinned her on the bed and asked, "Did you forget what I am to you?"
Yun Qiluo: "!!!"
She suddenly realized, her eyes lighting up as if she'd seen something novel: "So you're jealous!"
Yan Yan: "..."
This little one is certainly slow! Just noticing now!
Before he could darken his face, Yun Qiluo softly leaned over to hug his neck.
Her little face rubbed against his cheek, speaking in a coaxing tone: "I know, beautiful woman be good!"
Yan Yan didn't mind her tone; after all, he was used to it.
He asked, "How do you know him?"
Yun Qiluo replied in a childish voice: "Actually, he's a fan from my livestream. We happened to meet by chance later on for some reasons."
Yan Yan's face darkened again.
