"You're my husband. Haven't you heard the saying that only one's husband and underwear should not be shared with others?" Ye Ranran leaned against Jun Mochan, "Moreover, you've already said I'm Mrs. Jun, so naturally I'm supposed to fulfill my duties."
Like helping him shoo away other women.
"Just because of that?" Jun Mochan tone was a bit dangerous, and also a bit twisted.
"Yes." Ye Ranran's response came without hesitation.
The smile on Jun Mochan face quickly faded, and his eyes turned frosty.
He didn't say a word, just quietly looked at Ye Ranran.
His gaze made Ye Ranran feel a chill, "Did I say something wrong?"
"Ranran, do you care about me even just a little?" asked Jun Mochan gently.
After asking, he found it funny. He never thought there would be a day when he, Jun Mochan, would feel so insecure that he needed someone to give him a clear answer.