"Why would that be? My character is so impeccable that even the government awarded me a 'gentleman certificate'—better than you could imagine," Chen Nan sighed and said, "My love, if someone else insulted me, it wouldn't matter, but your words really hurt, you know? You're my beloved consort, don't you know my character?"
Yun Fei despised him so much her teeth itched, "Talking about yourself as 'Your Majesty' all the time, can your skin get any thicker?"
"Not as thick as yours."
"Bastard, do you want to die?"
"I'm perfectly alive, why would I want to die?"
"You, you, you!"
Furious and unable to hold back any longer, Yun Fei moved forward and, while Chen Nan wasn't paying attention, fiercely pinched his arm and then turned to leave.
"Ouch…"
Chen Nan held his arm and rubbed it a few times, watching Yun Fei's retreating figure. Why do all women like to pinch? Su Qingqing did it, and so did Yun Fei.
