In her past life, even if they had been apart for five years, she was still Mu Qiancheng's wife until the day she died.
"You're pretending, aren't you? You actually care," Cheng Li said with a knowing look, then smugly glanced at Jiang Xue, saying, "Mu Qiancheng is something else. He had me so worn out I couldn't even get out of bed the next day."
"Really?" Jiang Xue was fuming inside but kept a calm face, saying, "I'm tougher than Qiancheng; I can wear you out for days so you can't get out of bed. Want to give it a try?"
"Wha-what did you say?" Cheng Li stared at Jiang Xue in shock, not quite understanding her meaning. She had just been talking about rolling in the sheets; could it be that Jiang Xue swung both ways?
The thought made Cheng Li's skin crawl, and she looked at Jiang Xue warily, saying, "I don't like women, so don't get any ideas."
