Gao Wenbin, however, shamelessly lay down directly, "You, little girl, are being too nosy. It's my wife's bed, I'll sit if I want to sit, and lie down if I want to lie down. In the future, we're going to spend our whole lives sleeping in the same bed. My wife hasn't even disdained me yet, but here you are, disdaining me."
Gao Wenbin kept referring to "my wife".
Listening to this, Gu Mingzhu's brows furrowed.
This guy really had no shame, talking about something that wasn't even set in stone yet.
Just wife, wife on the tip of his tongue.
But for some reason, when Gao Wenbin said those two words, it sounded incredibly natural.
As if they had been lingering on his tongue and had been said millions of times.
Moreover, that feeling didn't actually make people feel frivolous or disgusted, but carried a mysterious intimacy and pampering.
It made the listener's heart stir.
Gu Mingzhu said, "Sister Zhen probably doesn't know you were coming."
