"I said we're getting a divorce."
"I'll carry you to the bathroom for a wash, and then we'll sleep together."
As he said this, he stood up and stretched out his hand to embrace her, but Luo Qiangwei suddenly pushed him away, took two steps back to steady herself, and bit her teeth slightly, "Moh Shiche, are you joking with me?"
"You're the one joking with me," he looked at her, the corners of his mouth coldly curled, "The person who lay beneath me every night, screaming, in the past few days, was you, the person who climaxed three or four times with me in the bathroom was also you, and now you are the one saying we should divorce—Luo Qiangwei, isn't this you playing games with me?"
"Even if you're well-endowed, skilled in bed, and handsome, I might as well just consider you a male prostitute," she smiled, "But I like things clean, what others have used, I don't want. That's settled then, we'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to file for divorce tomorrow morning."
