"If someone else's mouth was as tasty as mine, would you eat it?"
"No!"
"I was asking... Ai... forget it!"
Valentine Teller weakly rubbed her forehead; she was almost dizzy from the conversation.
She definitely had a generation gap with Mark Reed now, and it was very deep.
"Honey, did I make you angry?" Mark Reed nervously asked, seeing that Valentine Teller's expression didn't look too good.
"No, no, I'm the one who's angry with myself."
Valentine Teller managed to squeeze out a smile: "You have to promise me, no matter how tempting other women might be, you must not kiss them or sleep with them."
"Hmm, honey, I will only kiss you and sleep with you."
"Good boy!"
Mark Reed hugged Valentine Teller, hopefully asking: "Can I kiss you now?"
"Sure, go ahead!"
Valentine Teller closed her eyes and raised her handbag, blocking their faces.
In the night, Valentine Teller was watching TV, when Nian Nian ran out of his room to pester her: "Mom, play with me!"
