I'll Greet Them With a Saber

When Mo Beiyuan heard the secret guard's report, his face turned green. He rushed over and pulled Feng Chen up from the bed.

"Don't talk to Yun Ran anymore."

Feng Chen looked confused. Did he drag him out of bed just to tell him this?

"Why?"

To be honest, he and Yun Ran got along quite well. Why should he talk less?

Did this person think that everyone was like him? He did not like to talk and liked to communicate everything with his eyes!

Feng Chen stared at him for a moment, then laughed mysteriously.

"Mo Beiyuan, just admit it. You're so damn possessive! If you like Yun Ran, just say it. Isn't it just an iron tree blooming? I won't laugh at you."

Mo Beiyuan knew that Feng Chen was used to speaking without thinking, but what nonsense was he talking about now?

What did Feng Chen mean by saying he liked Yun Ran? And possessive? How could he possibly have that strange lust for a woman?'