"Don't bother explaining to me, I won't smear you anymore!"
Hearing this, Huo Beichen's face twitched fiercely. Before Han Kekou could speak, he quickly retorted, "With that fierce look of yours, even if I wanted to smear you, your husband, I wouldn't dare!"
That "not rolling in the sheets with me" phrase, good grief, the more I hear it the more goosebumps...
"No way!"
As soon as Huo Beichen finished speaking, Gu Nanfeng's gentle and soft voice faintly echoed, "This needs to be clarified by someone. Otherwise, even if you don't badmouth me, what if your kitchen keeps making me bullwhip soup when I don't need it?"
Huo Beichen: "..."
Good grief, bullwhip is so expensive, did he empty his stomach just so his kitchen keeps making bullwhip soup for him?
"Han Kekou..."
"I'll say it, I'll say it!"
