Li Chuyue glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and replied, "It's 8:12 PM."
Smack!!
Liu Wentian slapped her again, fuming with rage, "At this time, you still haven't had dinner? Are you rebelling against me now?!"
Only then did Li Chuyue realize Liu Wentian was angry because she hadn't eaten dinner on time. She couldn't help but feel a bit moved, even arching her pert buttocks slightly, yet Liu Wentian's voice came again, "What if you starve your precious parts off? That's mine!!"
The warmth in Li Chuyue's heart immediately turned into embarrassment and annoyance.
Seeing that Li Chuyue had fallen silent, Liu Wentian smirked, "You know, I came to find you right after I returned here today and took a trip to the company."
The irritation on Li Chuyue's face turned back into sweetness, and Liu Wentian inwardly exclaimed, Sister Yueyue is certainly the most suitable person to be a wife, easily cheered up, caring, gentle, and understanding, just perfect.
