Qin Xue pouted, thinking, it's not your fault, it's just that you're too handsome. This skin is the best weapon; you don't even have to bother with it yourself.
"Psh, you don't have to go around inviting trouble. There would be a bunch of peach blossoms even without you. If you took initiative, it would be endless! Or do you want to try being an emperor with a harem of three thousand beauties?" Qin Xue eyed Chu Molin dangerously.
"Not even three thousand concubines could compare to my Xue'er." Joking, one person already took up his whole heart; there was no room for another.
"Talk is cheap! Show me you can do it." Qin Xue broke free from his grasp, her hand sweaty.
"What do you think?" Qin Xue glanced at him sharply.
"It seems that Xue'er thinks I don't love her enough, that I haven't satisfied her, so she wants me to love her, right?" Chu Molin had already done everything for Qin Xue except for the final step; he had always accommodated her.
