No, no, she's a respectable woman. How could she be tempted by Qiao King of Hell's charm?
Wen Meimei, be reserved, you must be reserved!
"Qiao King of Hell, you're seducing me!" Wen Meimei accused authoritatively.
"Hmm, want me already?" Qiao Chengxun deliberately twisted her meaning, his voice rising coyly at the end.
"Get lost!" Wen Meimei cursed and obediently lay back down on the bed.
Qiao Chengxun hugged her once again. He could only rest easy when he was holding her in his sleep, "Then let's sleep."
Wen Meimei obediently closed her eyes, yet sleep eluded her.
Suddenly remembering something, she couldn't help but ask, "What did you go to Liu Bei for today?"
"Nothing much, just stopped by to check in," Qiao Chengxun said.
"You better not end up like me with some psychological problems. I want you healthy, you're not allowed to get sick—with mental illness, psychiatric disorders, or even common illnesses."
"Okay."
"Good night."
