Before Qiaoxu could finish speaking, Lu Moqing lightly scratched her waist, causing her to exclaim involuntarily.
"If you dare run away with him, I'll break your legs."
"You're so fierce."
Vulnerably pursing her lips, Qiaoxu appeared like a chastised one-year-old girl.
It was rare for Lu Moqing to see his usually serious and aloof wife act cute in front of him. He suppressed the smile in his heart, put on a stern face, and said:
"Am I not good-looking? Am I not broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, and long-legged? Am I not rich?"
With a calm voice, he gently scratched Qiaoxu's waist.
Qiaoxu's waist was sensitive, and with his playful scratching, she involuntarily twisted and dodged but still didn't admit defeat, saying:
"I'm tired of it."
"Tired?"
Lu Moqing narrowed his eyes, and the dangerous aura in them suddenly intensified.
Realizing the dangerous aura emanating from him, Qiaoxu immediately pleaded, "Husband, I was wrong... "
"Too late."
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