Su Xiaomeng furrowed her brows and immediately spat out two words, "…lecher."
"Hold on, don't rush to insult me," Yin Shixiu hurriedly laughed.
"What I mean is, it's not like I'd take every woman who climbs into my bed."
Su Xiaomeng continued to tug at the sheets, jealously muttering, "I know, you're picky… Look, if they look okay and have a nice figure, and if they're a bit younger, you wouldn't hesitate, right?"
Yin Shixiu was leading gently, but didn't expect to be rendered speechless by her explanation.
"Since you brought it up, why not count now how many women have climbed into your bed, and how many you've slept with?"
"…Ahem, Meng Meng, can we change the topic?"
Sweat was forming on Yin Shixiu's forehead.
"Tsk, all things considered, you're just a shameless old rogue… always messing around with young women…"
Yin Shixiu rubbed his forehead, "Then tell me, why did I end up marrying you?"
"Why else? Because I got pregnant!"
