“Hmph...” Jin Ling didn't say anything just yet, just burying his face in Lan Sizhui's upper back as he hugged him from behind tightly, his grip on his husband was tight, and the unrevealed face of his was annoyed, mostly jealous.

It was cause, during the hunting, when they encountered a girl around their age, who was asking for “help” from Lan Sizhui with rosy cheeks and a bashful smile, and her intentions were clearly not just help for directions; and Jin Ling watching all of it, was standing jealous.

Jin Ling's fingers twiddles with the ends of Lan Sizhui's forehead ribbon— it was said to be intimate to touch a Gusu Lan member's ribbon, and as so he did. “The conversation seemed very fun, huh...” He hissed, his tone almost biting back an urge to taunt him out of jealousy.