Mo Yesi frowned.
He didn't have a good impression of the word "bootlicking".
He didn't want another woman to lick his screen.
Only Qiao Mianmian could bootlick him.
But Qiao Mianmian was his wife. She could do anything she wanted to him. It didn't seem like it was worth it.
"Mianmian."
Mo Yesi grabbed Qiao Mianmian's hand and promised seriously under her shocked gaze. "I'm yours. No matter what, I'm yours. So, you don't have to care about what other women say. They'll never get me.
"Only you have the right to use me."
Qiao Mianmian was speechless.
She wasn't used to his seriousness.
But she loved hearing such sweet words.
She looked into the man's deep and affectionate eyes and smiled. She took a step forward, tiptoed, and hooked her fair and tender arm around his neck. For the first time in her life, she said to him domineeringly, "Mm, Mo Yesi, you're mine. So, besides me, you can't be attracted to any other woman. In this life, you can only belong to me."
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