Jiang Mian had spent the entire time lying against the door, listening to the sounds outside. Once she was sure that no one was around, she angrily made her way to the sofa.
Jiang Mian: [Fu Sichen! Watch yourself!!!]
It seemed like she hadn't properly spoken to that scoundrel of a man just now, flaunting everything so openly as if he wished the whole world to know his wife was Jiang Mian.
What a load of crap, hiding and tucking away, yet wanting to show off at every minute.
Men's mouths are deceitful as ghosts!
The more Jiang Mian thought about it, the more fired up she became, and she started tapping away at her keyboard again.
Jiang Mian: [If you don't tuck your tail between your legs and behave, be careful I might just chop it off!]
Jiang Mian: [I mean what I say /cleaver.jpg/]
Good-at-living Husband: [Won't you feel heartache?]
Good-at-living Husband: [Without it, you'll miss out on all the moisture and joy.]
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Damn it!!!
