Whenever Feng Qingxue thought about Lu Jiang's past life, she felt an exceptional ache in her heart.
As these thoughts passed through her mind, she had countless words of advice for Lu Jiang. She sat up abruptly, inadvertently bumping her head into Lu Jiang's chin. As her teeth grazed his tongue, it felt like sharp pain spreading through all his fingers, hurting so much that it almost brought tears to his eyes. But being a man, he withheld his tears. Seizing this opportunity, he said, "Wife, I bit my tongue."
"What?" Feng Qingxue was startled and reached out to open his mouth, "Let me take a look!"
Lu Jiang opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. The tip of his tongue was intact, except for a thin thread of blood on the side.
Feng Qingxue naturally licked it off.
