"Look at what this is, butterfly?" Instead of explaining, Chen Jiu took a small object and handed it to the butterfly.

"What is this?" The butterfly was puzzled, but she just took it over, but her face immediately turned red. "Oh, husband, how can you give this thing to others? How can you wear it so thoroughly?"

"Cough..." Chen Jiu was embarrassed, reminding him, "Look carefully, this is not for you!"

"Not for me. Do you think I'm not scratching enough when you show me another woman?" The butterfly pulled down its face at once.

"Don't you think it's familiar?" Watching the butterfly patronize jealousy, Chen Jiu had to warn...