Liang Zixuan pinched Han Yuanjun's waist. "You still dare to say you are not jealous, I think you are!"
"Aiyo..." Han Yuanjun cried out in pain and grabbed Liang Zixuan's hand. "You pinched so hard. What if you accidentally crushed my waist?"
His waist can be crushed?
Liang Zixuan felt that Han Yuanjun had become more and more pretentious after the birth of his child.
"If it is crushed, then so be it. What is there to be afraid of? If it's crushed, you'll still have another one."
"Baby..." Han Yuanjun did not know whether to laugh or cry as he looked at Liang Zixuan. "The most important thing for a man is his waist. If something happens to my waist, then your life will not be good. If your life is not good, then everyone else's life will not be good either."
