Tang Wuling's Grievance: "If he'd just look at me one more time, I wouldn't even mind marrying him."

Gu Yue climbed off Lin An.

She swept her gaze over the crowd of onlookers.

"What are you staring at?"

Her voice was cold enough to freeze water.

"My own wife—I'll kiss her however I want, bite her however I want. Is that any of your business?!"

Her gaze swept across the crowd, carrying a blatant, provocative declaration of ownership.

Wherever it passed, no one dared meet her eyes.

Then her gaze lingered on Tang Wuling for two extra seconds.

From top to bottom.

Then from bottom to top.

That curvy figure.

That sweet face.

That timid, pitiful appearance.

Gu Yue's sense of crisis instantly hit maximum levels.

Like a cat whose territory had been invaded, every hair on her body stood on end.

Damn it.

He looked even more like a girl than I did!

She gritted her back teeth resentfully.

Sure enough, when men started acting seductive, girls had no place left.

Tang Wuling stood to one side and quietly watched the entire show unfold.

Her eyes darkened at first.

Her lashes lowered, concealing the loneliness in her gaze.

Then that loneliness was replaced by an even fiercer fighting spirit.

Hmph.

Gu Yue, don't get cocky.

The fingers hidden beneath her skirt slowly clenched.

Her knuckles turned white.

A trace of determination that only she herself understood flashed through those clear, wide eyes.

Once I find an opportunity to turn Lin An into a girl.

When that time comes, without that thing between his legs, Gu Yue, you'll be nothing.

The corners of her lips curled slightly upward.

The curve was sweet.

Yet the smile carried a deeper meaning.

Lin An suddenly felt a chill run down the back of his neck.

It was icy, as though something were watching him from the shadows.

He turned and glanced