Yun Qiao boasted that her prediction ability was top-notch, but she actually couldn’t predict Gong Sheng’s thoughts.
She was foolishly pressed into the sofa by Gong Sheng. She stared blankly at Gong Sheng adjusting the channel and the sound with the remote control. She was caught off guard and was fed a mouthful of cherries by a man who had already removed the stones!
The Sour and sweet cherry juice exploded between her lips and teeth. Yun Qiao’s mood was as complicated as the sour and sweet cherries.
Wasn’t it said that men hated watching TV dramas the most?
Was her cheap husband a deviant?
She looked at the side profile of Gong Sheng and couldn’t take her eyes off him.
