"I refuse!"
"Heh." Bo Tingshen chuckled softly, "Don't worry, I won't let you become a widow."
"Who's a widow!"
Ye Xian pushed him away, "Whether you live or die has nothing to do with me, we're not married. If something happens to you, I'll just go find a bunch of young hotties in the entertainment industry to enjoy... Mmm~"
Before she could finish, the man had firmly pressed her onto his lap, sealing her lips with a kiss.
"Let, let me go..."
"Are those young hotties better looking, richer, have better lung capacity, or are they better in bed than me..."
Ye Xian bit gently on his thin lips, her face reddened as she stopped him from saying more, "Well, as for the last part, nobody knows yet!"
"Oh? Let's find out right now then."
"Ah..." Ye Xian hit his misbehaving hand, half-angry, half-amused, "At a time like this, and you're still being so improper?"
"What time?"
"A critical life and death time!"
"To die under a peony is worth being a ghost."
