Di Mingjue felt a surge of bitterness rising in his heart, my dear wife, do you think it's appropriate to talk about the anus in front of your husband!
"You rascal. As a lady, you should speak more delicately."
Gu Qibao widened her eyes, "My expression is already very delicate, okay? Should I say butt, or the place where you poop?"
Di Mingjue grimaced with frustration, yanked her face closer, and grumbled, "What on earth did I see in you?"
"Hiss..." Gu Qibao bared her teeth and retorted defiantly, "You don't poop?!"
Di Mingjue was utterly defeated by her.
Wife, didn't we agree you would act like a sophisticated lady?
All those high-minded notions about being like a spring day, full of vitality, where'd they go?
Even contemplating those ideals gives Di Mingjue a headache.
Looking at Di Mingjue's reaction, Gu Qibao couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Smugly placing her hands on her hips, she teased, "Husband, you must think I'm so down-to-earth, right?"
