Song Qinghuan snorted coldly, "Right, fired, fired from your current position, Song Qinghuan's husband."
Speaking, she cackled sinisterly, "From now on, you're no longer Song Qinghuan's husband, Song Qinghuan has fired you."
Shi Yuhuan was propping himself up with one arm, half-sitting up from the bed, reaching out to touch the lamp on the bedside.
The soft yellow light descended, dimly illuminating them both.
Although Shi Yuhuan's face still wore an indifferent expression, his eyes looking at Song Qinghuan were gentle, "Oh, then let's fire the husband position, how about becoming lovers instead?"
Song Qinghuan let out a "Ah," "Why lovers?" She squinted at Shi Yuhuan, "Have you been wanting to find a lover for a long time now?"
This time, Shi Yuhuan couldn't help but feel amused and exasperated. Women really are creatures full of suspicion and sensitivity.
