Luo Chenxi widened her eyes. "Are you a tyrant? It's just a god d*mn fashion show, why do I even need your permission?"
"Don't forget that you're now the young madam of the Mu Family, you're my woman! I naturally have the right to control you!" Mu Yichen blurted out coldly.
Luo Chenxi blankly blinked her eyes. When she came back to her senses, her face instantly blushed.
"What... What are you talking about? Who are you calling your woman?"
She bit her lips and subconsciously denied.
Mu Yichen's eyes turned cold. "Hmph, did you forget about it already, that you drugged me on our wedding night? Well, that's kind of understandable. After all, we haven't been sleeping together for two months, so it makes sense that you can't remember. Well then, I don't mind jolting your memory for a bit."
As his deep and dangerous voice sounded, Mu Yichen tightened his grip on Luo Chenxi's wrist and pulled her into his arms.