"I didn't know that my wife was actually an expert in love." Zhou Hengyang glanced at it and said, "If you didn't tell me, I would have thought that this book was written by a master of love."
"No...I didn't want to say it." When Su Wen was writing, she never thought that Zhou Hengyang would read it. It was simply too embarrassing for the male protagonist to read what she had written.
He must be laughing at her in his heart.
"Stop reading and give it to me."
Su Wen reached out to grab it, but Zhou Hengyang easily raised his arm and let her pounce on empty air. She even threw herself into Zhou Hengyang's arms.
"Honey, behave yourself." He muttered in a hoarse voice as he poked Su Wen's cheeks that were filled with colloid. The feeling was so good that he could not help but poke her again.
