Meng Lang couldn't bear to watch.
Where in the world does one flaunt love right after killing someone?
"Should we..."
Before he could finish, Lu Yuan hugged Meng Qianqian and kicked him.
Recalling how Lu Yuan looked when he killed the Ghost-faced General, Meng Lang was filled with anger but dared not speak.
He pursed his lips, inadvertently turning his head to see Alina looking at the affectionate couple with envy.
He asked, "Don't you think they're being inappropriate?"
Alina shook her head earnestly, "Not at all, such affection is wonderful."
Meng Lang: "Childish."
Qianqian reveled in his warmth, inhaling the comforting scent emanating from him, "How is Duan Mingyue?"
"Your husband just went through a great battle, and you're concerned about another man? Hm?"
His "hm" was drawn out like a teasing melody that made Qianqian's heart itch.
