Jiang Qiran smiled faintly and poked ye Linlang’s porcelain-white cheek.
“Linlang, if I didn’t misunderstand, are you jealous of Shen Xi'er and me?”
As he spoke, Jiang Qiran cast a sidelong glance at ye Linlang with a smile that was not a smile.
Realizing that ye Linlang would be jealous of him as if it was something worth being happy about, the smile on the corner of his lips became more and more obvious.
Ye Linlang’s mind was a mess. When she heard Jiang Qiran teasing her like this, she subconsciously rolled her eyes at Jiang Qiran.
“So What If I’m jealous? !”
“You’re the only one who can misunderstand my relationship with Shangguan Luo? Only state officials are allowed to set fires, and commoners are not allowed to light lamps! It’s too double standard!”
At first, she said it fiercely, but as she spoke, her expression became sullen.
