"Gu Qingheng, I seem to have always owed you a wedding night." Yang Ruxin looked at the man whose neck veins were starting to bulge, with a sly smile on her lips.
"So?" Gu Qingheng's voice was even more hoarse.
"So, we should make it up, right?" Yang Ruxin knowingly suggested.
Gu Qingheng's eyes slightly curved, and the corners of his mouth began to lift.
"How do you propose we make it up?" Yang Ruxin still looked innocently at him, "I have no experience, do you? Do you?"
"Yang Ruxin, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" Gu Qingheng suddenly gritted his teeth.
"On purpose about what?"
"What do you think?" Gu Qingheng squinted his eyes and suddenly stepped forward, scooping her up in one swift motion.
Yang Ruxin couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.
"I'll show you how I'll deal with you in a moment!" Gu Qingheng wrapped her in a blanket, then hoisted her over his shoulder and walked out.
"Gu Qingheng, you..."
