"Xiao Fei, don't be so hasty."
Xie Chunmei's heart was aflutter from Ye Fei's sudden attack, as she patted his shoulders, telling him not to be so impulsive.
Ye Fei raised an eyebrow, grabbed hold of Xie Chunmei's chin, and commanded authoritatively, "Call me 'husband'."
"Husband."
Xie Chunmei, resigned, called out the word.
Standing to the side, Xie Qiu Yue feared her sister might be at a disadvantage.
She actually grabbed Ye Fei's clothes and forcefully dragged him off the bed.
"Are you trying to murder your own husband?"
Ye Fei, completely unprepared, fell backward, heading for a crash to the ground.
Xie Qiu Yue had originally been teasing, but seeing Ye Fei about to fall, hurriedly lunged forward to embrace him.
Otherwise, Ye Fei would have certainly hit the floor.
