Luo Yanqing: "…No."
"There was hesitation. You're not being honest," Kang Li sat up, pretending to be fierce, "When we get home, you're staying in the study, no arguing!"
To her surprise, Luo Yanqing casually pulled her back into the bed.
"Xiao Li, you are my wife."
As he kissed his little wife held tightly in his arms, Luo Yanqing's usually cool and aloof voice sounded exceptionally low and hoarse.
Kang Li: "Did I say I wasn't?" How did he treat her last night when she pleaded for mercy time and again?
Hmph, thinking about it, she wanted to kick him off the bed!
Luo Yanqing buried his head in Kang Li's neck, making it hard to see his expression, and spoke in an even tone that betrayed no emotion, "Xiao Li, I…"
Could he voice the suspicions in his heart?
Tell her... that actually, there wasn't really anything between him and his ex-wife...
But everything required evidence, and besides, if his suspicions were true, then the matter would be incredibly shameful for him...
