"Rogue, shameless." This bastard... he actually dared to say such things.
"Hehehe..." Nan Fei's punches were like tickles to Huo Beijiang. He held her while they rolled around on the big bed, his laughter deep and mellow, exceptionally pleasing to the ear. "Sweetheart, I'm your man. If I were always polite to you, then something would definitely be wrong with me."
"You dare say that, get up quickly." Nan Fei sensed some dangerous proximity and wanted to hurry him out of bed.
"Too late!" Huo Beijiang flipped and pinned her beneath him, looking into her eyes as if a spark was flickering in them. He whispered hoarsely, "Wifey~"
"What?" Nan Fei felt nervous under his gaze, and when she sensed his rising desire, her cheeks turned a traitorous shade of red.
