Xue Mianmian's breath quickened under the fervent kiss, her cheeks flushed, even her lips becoming more vibrant and glossy.
She blinked her long, dense lashes in grievance, her doe-like eyes quickly welling with tears, utterly clueless as to what had provoked this scourge of a man again.
She whimpered through her sobs, "Young Master, I wasn't jealous…"
"Not jealous?"
"I only hope for the Young Master's well-being, wishing you would settle down soon, take a wife, and have children."
"And if I take a wife, and the mistress of the house cannot tolerate you, what will you do then?"
Xue Mianmian obediently replied, "I will pack my things and leave far away, never causing trouble for the Young Madam or you."
Xue Ling's eyes grew fiercer as he ground his teeth, "So, you've been planning to run all along? Do you think that if I marry and have children, I'll let you leave?!"
