Zhou Jiren's gaze was intensely aggressive; sensitive as Beisitian, how could she not feel it? She felt a bit embarrassed and annoyed in her heart; this man was becoming increasingly brazen.
"Does Mr. Zhou need something?" Beisitian, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, lifted her head to return his stare.
Zhou Jiren was suddenly amused when he was glared at by those beautiful eyes filled with anger; at this moment, Beisitian was like an angry little kitten.
"Nothing." Given Zhou Jiren's current identity, he couldn't reveal anything. Not only couldn't he, but he also had to exert every effort to control his behavior.
It's just that sometimes he couldn't help himself. This inability to help himself had unknowingly begun at some point; by the time he realized it, it had fermented beyond recognition.
But fortunately, she was his wife!
With this thought, warmth spread through Zhou Jiren's heart.
