Why am I like this?
Can't stand this woman being with another man, can't stand her smiling at another man, feeling so sour inside, utterly displeased, is this... what they call jealousy?
Sheng Jianan quickly shook his head, what a joke, he is Sheng Jianan, the favored son of heaven since childhood, could he be jealous? Absolutely impossible.
His hand unconsciously moved towards Tang Yanqi, his fingertips touching something soft. Turning to look, it was Tang Yanqi's long hair spread loosely on the pillow. Sheng Jianan moved his fingers slightly, reluctant to leave, and began to cautiously wind Tang Yanqi's long hair around his fingertips. The person beside him moved slightly, and Sheng Jianan immediately withdrew his hand, as if startled.
