"So, will you ever change your wife?" Song Yuwei asked Qin Han with a raised eyebrow.
At her words, Qin Han gave a helpless smile and said, "What are you talking about? With such a beautiful woman as flower-like and jade-like as you, why would I ever want to change my wife?"
"But I will get old one day!" Song Yuwei pouted.
"You talk as if I won't get old. Do you think you married an immortal?" Qin Han said with a laugh.
"What if you lose interest in me later on?" Song Yuwei turned to glance at Qin Han, her eyes shy.
Hearing Song Yuwei's words, Qin Han chuckled, leaned in close to her ear, and whispered softly, "If I ever liked a toy, I would never get tired of it in this lifetime..."
"Stop it! You're the toy!" Song Yuwei playfully scolded, giving Qin Han a sultry look.
But the very next second, Song Yuwei let out a yelp; she discovered Qin Han's hands had already started to wander...
This night was destined to be anything but peaceful...
