Wen Yuheng suppressed his turbulent feelings for Wen Zhiyu for a long time, and never showed his possessiveness. Seeing her chatting and laughing with others, his jealousy instantly broke through his restraint, and he pulled her away against the wall, his arms tightly wrapped around her waist, enclosing all her escape routes. Wen Zhiyu was caught off guard, panicked, and subconsciously called out to brother.
There was strong sourness and paranoia in his eyes, and his breath fell heavily on her ears: "We are not related by blood, this is just a fictitious status."
He reserved all his tenderness for her, was meticulous and appropriate in his daily life, patiently guided her to slowly fall in love with her, and was never willing to be harsh on her. But as long as others are close to her, the strong sense of confinement in her bones cannot be hidden. He restrained his turbulent love and gently seduced her step by step. He had already determined in his heart that Wen Zhiyu could only stay by his side and no one could compete with him.
