Shi Yuhuan feigned a mournful look, saying to Song Qinghuan in a pitiful tone, "Huanhuan, are you trying to murder your own husband?"
Song Qinghuan was furious, showing no pity, as she knew how light yet ruthless his punch was.
She smirked, "It's already nice of me to not kill you after crippling you!"
Speaking that, she lifted her leg to strike at Shi Yuhuan's lower body.
Shi Yuhuan quickly dodged, "Would you really do it?"
Fearing she'd kick herself instead and fall down, he gripped her shoulder.
Song Qinghuan used her palm to fend off his shoulder: "Want to try and see if I would do it?"
Shi Yuhuan squinted, grinning innocently, "If you really want to give up our sexual bliss for the rest of your life, then I have nothing to say."
Song Qinghuan gritted her teeth in anger, "Stop being so smug."
Shi Yuhuan curled his lip into a smirk, stole a kiss from her, "I know you wouldn't."
