When Lu Zijia went upstairs to rest at night, she walked to the room on the second floor habitually.
However, before she opened the door, a big hand appeared on her waist. "Wifey, you're going to the wrong room."
The hot breath next to her ear made Lu Zijia tense up. She looked up at the man mechanically and blinked, looking a bit innocent.
"Wifey, we agreed that we can't go back on our words."
Mu Tianyan ignored his wife's pretense and took her little hand to the third floor upstairs.
Lu Zijia: "…" She didn't say anything alright? This man, who always liked to trick her, said it himself.
After being pulled into the master bedroom, Lu Zijia couldn't help feeling a bit nervous and started a conversation. "Right, aren't you interested in arrays? I know some arrays. Why don't we discuss them?"
