"Ah! You're in trouble now!" exclaimed Ye Xingbei, gleefully touching the flower tucked into his temple. "You're not allowed to randomly pick flowers here, the staff would chide you, and there's even a fine!"
"Is that so?" pondered Fifth Lord of Gu. "Should we...say that we picked it up from the ground?"
Ye Xingbei: "...Keep away from me!"
Gu Junzhu burst into laughter, planting a kiss onto her forehead, "fine, fine, fine... It's just one flower after all, they can't fine that much."
Ye Xingbei: "...I thought you would say, 'I don't care about the fine, as long as it can cheer up my wife. I have plenty of money!'"
"No, no, no," Fifth Lord of Gu said seriously. "Such a statement is too LOW, full of nouveau riche aura. As a man of my class and cultivation, how could I say such LOW-class things?"
