"What are you doing?" Xiao Jinsheng had just woken up and saw Xuan Jiu already dressed, putting on his tenth bracelet.
"There might be a group beating today, so I'm preparing in advance," Xuan Jiu answered honestly.
He turned his head and saw Xiao Jinsheng sitting on the bed, not feeling sorry for him at all, but laughing gleefully instead.
With a quick glide, Xuan Jiu rushed to the bedside and climbed onto the bed.
"What are you doing!" Xiao Jinsheng saw him approaching, lifted the blanket, and retreated to the corner.
"Practice begging for mercy in advance—creeping gloomily," Xuan Jiu replied.
He asked sincerely, "If I kneel and beg them, can they not hit my face?"
"Hard to say," Xiao Jinsheng shook her head.
After all, her beast husbands had never truly fought.
Most of the time, it's just verbal battles.
If provoked, one has to prepare for constant passive-aggressive comments every day.
However, passive-aggressive remarks don't work on Xuan Jiu.
