Su Wanxia's heart trembled at his sudden call of "wife," and she shyly lowered her head, then feigned coyness as she pushed against his smooth, firm chest and whined, "Who is your wife..."
Mu Yingchen's face instantly beamed with pride, but as he swelled with contentment, Wanxia suddenly gathered her hands and feet and used all her strength to shove Mu Yingchen off the bed.
Another loud thump sounded, yet there was no scream of pain.
Watching the large figure roll off the bed, Su Wanxia couldn't express how delighted and vindicated she felt.
Humph, she had wanted to do that for a long time--
Big--Pervert!!
Mu Yingchen didn't see that coming from Su Wanxia, and being already on the edge of the bed, he was pushed and kicked off by her.
He was both annoyed and amused—although he had been kicked down, his reflexes were quick, and he braced himself with his arms when he landed, but his legs still knocked against something real.
