Yu Lingqian's lips curled into a cold smile, "He actually understood."
Mu Anran quickly began to gather her clothes, a bit nervous as she clutched at the front of Yu Lingqian's shirt.
Yu Lingqian lowered his head, leaning close to her ear, and whispered, "Afraid he'll find out we're in here?"
Mu Anran was stunned for a moment.
When she looked up, she saw that a thick displeasure had already formed at the bottom of Yu Lingqian's eyes.
He was jealous!
Mu Anran quickly shook her head, her voice soft, "I... I didn't mean that, I just..."
"Just what?" Yu Lingqian frowned, his displeasure growing more severe.
"I... um..." Mu Anran hadn't finished speaking when Yu Lingqian simply picked her up.
Fearing she might fall, she reflexively wrapped her arms around his neck.
The man's large hands cradled her buttocks, pinning her against the wall of the changing room, his gaze fierce and domineering.
Mu Anran suddenly had an ominous premonition.
