Qiao Mu expressed her annoyance with a phooey.
Yet who would have expected this guy to start acting wanton in front of others too after their wedding. He encircled her waist and smiled at her slyly. "What are you phooeying for. I only have you as a wife. Who can I look at if not you. Wifey, wifey, wifey!"
This demonic chant resounded in her ears…
Qiao Mu chortled, simply unable to resist laughing when she looked at this guy.
"You have no sense of shame." She pinched his waist, but she could feel that the ab muscles under his clothes were so hard that her fingers hurt from trying.
"What do I have to be ashamed of in front of my wife." Mo Lian nuzzled her innocently.
"Stop messing around!" Qiao Mu promptly pushed him away before peering up at him. "I'm talking serious business here!"
"Tell it then."
