"You...how can you say these words so shamelessly?" Yan Yuling asked in a low voice.
Feng Zhexuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Wife, we are husband and wife. Our marriage is legal. Why can't I say these things? No matter how shy you are, we will consummate our marriage one day."
"Don't tell me you plan to force me to become a monk for the rest of my life?" he added with widened eyes full of horror, disbelief, and accusation.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Yuling glared at him and said, "Feng Zhexuan, doesn't your throat hurt? Why do you talk so much?"
Feng Zhexuan pouted at his wife and said aggrievedly, "You don't even call me husband now. It seems that I will be a monk in this life. My poor Grandpa will not be able to hug his great-grandchildren, nor will I have the face to meet my ancestors when I die."
"The bloodline of the Feng family will end at my hands. What a sin ah!" he added with a long sigh while shaking his head sadly.
