Chapitre 92: Threat ( 1 )

But when they saw Feng Zhexuan's wrinkled clothes, red and moist lips, and deep eyes, they felt their bodies getting hotter and hotter. Their hearts were itchy as if they had been scratched by a cat.

When they watched him kiss Yan Yuling just now, they even wondered what it would be like to be kissed by him, and they felt so jealous. They didn't even notice him saying the words 'my wife' and still focused on his lips.

Seeing the greed and blatant desire in their eyes as they were looking at him, Feng Zhexuan felt disgust in his heart and narrowed his eyes. 

The urge to gouge out their eyes and crush them choked him. The look in their eyes reminded him of that night fifteen years ago.

When he thought about that night, he looked at his wife. He didn't know why, but ever since he saw his wife, he always felt that her eyes and scent were so familiar. It's like he has been so close with her before.