After saying this, the mature man Gu Jingchen stretched out his well-defined fingers and loosened the buttons on his shirt. Always composed and sharp, his aura now carried a trace of laziness and defiance.
"No way! My husband, why would I let anyone have you? Husband, nobody can take you away from me!"
Without even looking, Shang Xixia knew how adorably proud and dramatic her beloved mature man's chiseled face must appear. She couldn't help but lift her rosy lips slightly, curving into a faint smile as her slender, alabaster fingers quickly typed a reply on WeChat, adding an utterly kawaii strong-arm emoji at the end.
After the separation last time, Shang Xixia had come to understand many things, and this was the most important realization she had gained.
"Now that's more like it."
