She Was Thinking About What to Say

Mo Yesi frowned.

He didn't have a good impression of the word "bootlicking".

He didn't want another woman to lick his screen.

Only Qiao Mianmian could bootlick him.

But Qiao Mianmian was his wife. She could do anything she wanted to him. It didn't seem like it was worth it.

"Mianmian."

Mo Yesi grabbed Qiao Mianmian's hand and promised seriously under her shocked gaze. "I'm yours. No matter what, I'm yours. So, you don't have to care about what other women say. They'll never get me.

"Only you have the right to use me."

Qiao Mianmian was speechless.

She wasn't used to his seriousness.

But she loved hearing such sweet words.