Just as Qin Longyun's eyes widened, he remembered his wife's nervous little gaze, and decided not to scare her.
"I can forgive you this time, but if there's a next time, we'll settle scores after the fall."
Qin Longyun's tone softened a bit, but Chen Yiling didn't notice at all, fixated on that familiar threat.
In her heart, Lord Qin's image was already fixed; one or two instances couldn't change that.
Qin Longyun felt quite frustrated and simply picked up Chen Yiling.
Chen Yiling kicked her legs: "What are you doing? Put me down."
"It's already late, of course it's time to sleep," Qin Longyun said, heading towards the bedroom.
Chen Yiling rolled her eyes, knowing very well that sleeping at Qin Longyun's place meant two things.
He said sleep but it meant first to bed and then to wake, with sleep being matters discordant, and only then rest.
Even though he studied the Saint's Book, he didn't shy away from meaty or vegetarian topics.
