Gu Qingyao looked at Mo Beihan for a long time, then suddenly leaned over. "Brother Beihan, let me ask you something."
"Go on!"
"Everyone says that when a man and a woman have been together for too long, no matter how much they love each other, they will get tired of each other. Men naturally prefer young 18-year-old girls. For so many years, you have only had me. Aren't you tired of me?"
Mo Beihan was carrying his little daughter. He turned to look at her.
"Yao Yao, you don't understand men!"
Gu Qingyao: "… what do you mean? Aren't all men fickle?"
Mo Beihan laughed, "To be precise, men are fickle, but they are not restrained by morals. Or perhaps one might say that the moral standards that restrain them are lower."
Gu Qingyao: "…"
