"Am I prettier than her?" Su Yanyi asked softly, her voice rising right beside Qin Jiran's ear.
Qin Jiran's ear tips turned red; his entire body tensed up, and his hands involuntarily wrapped around Su Yanyi's slender waist. Such a Su Yanyi was an irresistible temptation to him.
"Absolutely!" Although his mind had become a bit slow to respond, he would still answer such a question—only a fool would tell his wife that another woman was prettier!
"Then you haven't signed an autograph for me yet." Su Yanyi continued to speak into Qin Jiran's ear, her breath falling on his ear and making it turn even redder, his grip on her growing tighter.
To be stimulated like this early in the morning truly gave him an urge to go back to bed!
"Yanyi, let's, let's not do this. Whatever you have to say, say it properly. I'm listening," Qin Jiran stammered, obviously not quite used to Su Yanyi being like this.
