Like a mark that belongs exclusively to him, declaring his ownership to everyone.
Xiao Chen kissed the pink mark lightly, extremely satisfied.
Unlike those pampered women, Lan Yue had a layer of toned muscle from practicing martial arts.
Not as exaggerated as a man's muscles, just a shallow layer, yet exuding the beauty of strength.
Just like her, perhaps in the eyes of other men, she lacks the delicate femininity and charm.
But in his eyes, this version of Lan Yue is more beautiful and alluring than those delicate women.
His Lan Yue is unique and belongs solely to him; in his heart, no other woman can compare.
Of course, except his mom.
"Go away, stop it."
Lan Yue laughed lightly and pushed his hand away.
Claiming to be on vacation, this guy just wants to laze in the hotel every day, simply too indulgent.
She was planning to go out for a walk and buy some things.
"We've already registered and got married, what's wrong with hugging my own wife?"
