After Transmigrating into a Book, My Obsessive Junior Disciple Claims Me for Himself

The man couldn’t help turning back to glance at Chen Qingchuan once more. A sliver of his gaze seemed to linger on the tip of Bai Yue’s brow, shimmering with light. All around was darkness. He alone was light. Chen Qingchuan narrowed his eyes and licked his canine tooth like a little wolfdog that could never get enough. Putting on a show, he bowed in the direction Bai Shaohua had gone. Senior Brother, that’s one bow. Once I’ve bowed three times, I’m taking you home as my husband.