"Jealousy is good, a bit sour helps digestion. Anyway, didn't you order ten skewers of lamb and three chicken wings?"
Ji Rui couldn't help but tease Le Tong as he noticed she was silently drinking water.
This mischievousness, it turns out, is contagious.
Just a while ago, he himself was overwhelmingly jealous and almost couldn't resist dealing with Le Tong, the instigator, on the spot in the car.
But now, he's in an incredibly good mood.
Hearing her question him about those nonexistent women inevitably made him anxiously clarify, fearing she'd misunderstand. Looking back now, his chest unknowingly filled with joy, even that newly brewed jar of jealousy was neutralized by a wave of sweetness, no longer stirring up any sour waves.
They say the more you hate, the more you love. Could it be the same with jealousy and love, the more jealous you are, the more you love?
If so, then he must really love her.
And she, likewise, loves him very much!
