C108 Jealous

Slowly, her struggles were resolved by him. She collapsed into his arms, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Luo Zhanmo pressed his hand against her forehead, his voice hoarse as if suppressing something, "You're already mine, who else do you want to marry in this life?"

"You! "Rascal!"

He kissed her lips and savored her taste. "Well, I'm a scoundrel. Marry this scoundrel