"Tell me, are you up to something again by clinging to me like this?" Xie Jiuhan said as he pulled Feng Qing into his arms.
Feng Qing raised her pink fist and lightly punched his chest. "Since when did I do such bad things to you?"
Xie Jiuhan chuckled and said, "Don't tell me you've gotten some aphrodisiac from Mr. Qingyi and are planning to harm me? Actually, you don't have to. No matter what position you like, your husband can make you wish for the seventh heaven."
Feng Qing : "…"
This man was insensitive. How could he still be thinking about this at a time like this? She had touched Xie Jiuhan's back just now. His white shirt was drenched in sweat, and his body was hot.
"Jiuhan, your wound is so inflamed. Did you shower yesterday? If you're still in the mood to tease me now, your brain is probably burnt!" Feng Qing said angrily.
