Luo Qi stuffed the clothes into Lin Yan's arms: "Make sure they're clean. I don't want to smell any other scents on them. And remember, you're my boyfriend. Don't use your tenderness, care, pity, and reluctance on other women. If it's too much, then keep it to yourself, got it?"
Lin Yan suddenly hugged her: "Xiao Qi, are you jealous? Tell me, you're definitely jealous, aren't you?"
His eyes were sparkling, as if he had discovered a new world.
Luo Qi was astonished, then she pushed him away: "I'm not."
Lin Yan's hands wrapped around her waist: "Being jealous is fine, just admit it. I won't laugh at you."
Luo Qi pushed him away: "So what if I'm jealous? You're my boyfriend, I…"
Before Luo Qi could finish, Lin Yan kissed her.
Just when their kiss became inseparable, a cough that was neither too loud nor too soft interrupted them.
Luo Qi instantly pushed Lin Yan away.
