Song Jia racked her brain hard to think of a way to pacify this vinegar drinking boyfriend of hers. It seemed too much trouble to handle this possessive species of the boyfriend, that could drink vinegar on every little thing.
"Ahem.." She cleared her throat before pulling out the famous weapon used by all the girlfriends and wives across the world from her sleeve. The ever-so-effective Sweet Talk Trap.
"Darling..." She called out his name coyly, almost melting the big jealous iceberg standing in front of her. "Is there a need for us to do these formalities? We are lovers after all. Ain't we?" Her arms were stretched and locked around his neck, caressing his nape with her slender fingers. Her doe-like eyes looked lovingly at him as she was the most innocent girl alive on the planet.
"This is not a formality, I want to be treated specially by you. We are lovers, after all, ain't we?" Wu Zhang used the same words she has used on him to counterattack her.
