Covetous for one's own wife

In the dark yellow corridor of the hotel, Jiang Shuxia saw the man that walked over.

The man was dressed in a suit and walked over with quick steps. He had a frown on his sharp face and his black eyes revealed an unfathomable emotion.

He walked in front of her and Jiang Shuxia wrapped her arms around his waist with her red lips.

She pouted, her beautiful eyes flashing, "What? Worried about me? "

The man's big arms were around her slender waist, his arms were around her waist, and there was a faint trace of worry in his deep voice. "Princess Camille is inside?"

"En." Jiang Shuxia squinted her eyes, her small hands grabbed at the man's suit, and laughed, "At a time like this, shouldn't I hug you and complain?"

She blinked mischievously, looking as if she didn't feel wronged.

The boulder in his heart fell to the ground. He lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair.

That made sense, this girl rarely made him feel wronged.