Tan Zhenghong nodded hesitantly, finally getting a task from his wife. He had to take it seriously.
But just the thought of not seeing his wife for many days made him feel unbearably stifled.
Qiao Duo'er could not stand it anymore and said, "Twice?"
Tan Zhenghong shook his head, twice simply wasn't enough to comfort his wounded little heart.
Qiao Duo'er rolled her eyes, "Then I don't care about you anymore, I'm going to sleep."
Tan Zhenghong immediately dropped all pretenses, two times it would be, then.
Otherwise, if his wife got angry, he would end up with none.
Half an hour later, Qiao Duo'er gritted her teeth and said, "Tan Zhenghong, are you doing this on purpose?"
Tan Zhenghong haughtily snorted. If there was no climax, it could only count as one time, most importantly, he felt he could hold on a bit longer.
After all, it was only twice in total, he had to make it worth it.
The next morning, Qiao Duo'er boarded the carriage under Tan Zhenghong's reluctant gaze.
