At first, when Wei Zimu gave her a bag, An Lin's heart shrank a little.
She had heard that many rich people would send clothes, bags, and kidnap people to bed before changing to another beauty to pursue.
In her heart, she wanted to marry into the Wei family and be a young mistress. She did not want to become a temporary plaything for him. Later on, Wei Zimu often gave her things, but he did not even touch her, which relieved her.
It seemed that Wei Zimu really liked her and did not treat her as a plaything.
However, as time passed, An Lin began to panic.
According to her understanding of men, even if they restrained themselves at first, they would be very anxious later on. However, this young master of the Wei family did not even hold her hand, let alone sleep with her.
"Junior, what's wrong?" Yu Qian turned around and smiled at An Lin.
