Han Yingying nodded, "I did say that."
"Just now, another woman touched me."
"I know."
"Then why aren't you jealous?" Shen Mosheng sounded anxious.
Was Yingying not jealous because she didn't care about him?
This was terrible!
"You not only pushed her away quickly but also scolded her harshly. You performed so well and reassured me, why should I be jealous?"
Seeing that he was really anxious, Han Yingying finally decided to stop teasing him.
Shen Mosheng looked astounded, "You aren't mad because I handled it well?"
"You cut off her advances so swiftly, I didn't even have time to get mad."
"So, you like this approach of mine?"
"I like it; keep it up, all the way to the end."
Upon hearing this, Shen Mosheng smiled joyfully, "I will not let you down."
"Shen Mosheng," Han Yingying suddenly became serious, looked at him intently, and called softly.
"Hmm?"
