Gu Xiaoer, feeling very defeated, lay her little head on Han Luoli's chest.
"Left hand Bai Xiaoyu, right-hand Ling Siyao, boo hoo hoo, can't I just quietly take advantage of my dear husband?"
The voice was so full of grievance.
Han Luoli just listened, feeling delighted, his lips curling into a wide smile.
"What do we care about them? Let's continue. Baby, come torment me..." he said eagerly.
Gu Xiaoer shook her head with resignation, "Fine, fine, dear husband, let's continue at home!"
In a rather unenthusiastic manner, she carefully helped him straighten his wrinkled shirt.
"Haha, you look like you've been up to no good..." She teased him, holding his crumpled clothes with a smirk.
The man good-naturedly lifted his chin, "Your dress is wrinkled too."
"Alright then..."
Gu Xiaoer tidied Han Luoli's shirt, and clumsily helped him with his tie.
"Da Luoluo, I'll tie you a rose bow, so others know you're taken, and even if I'm not around, no other women will bother you."
