Breaking up over a fight to the death, that's all in the present.
The future is hard to say.
Jiang He's eyebrows shot up, just as she was about to speak, she thought again and relaxed her mind.
She didn't think Xu Qing could trick her into bed.
Even a fool knows that sharing a bed is for after getting married and having babies, and nobody could fool her in that regard if she didn't want it to happen.
There's absolutely no excuse for sleeping together.
If he dared to sneak over, Jiang He's fists would definitely teach this guy what's what... oh, no need for fists, just pick him up and toss him out the door would do.
Like lifting a piglet, grab an arm and a leg, lift him sideways, and throw him out the door—there's no way he could even resist.
Jiang He sized up Xu Qing, seemingly thinking about how she could easily pick him up.
But Xu Qing had already finished washing dishes, wiped his hands dry, and came out to the living room to practice martial arts.
