Shen Zhaoli had originally not planned to do anything to Wen Jiao.
But human rationality is not as unassailable as one might think.
Shen Zhaoli's rationality wavered under Wen Jiao's beautiful and charming face.
"What does the tea mean?"
"It means... you're like a vixen!" Wen Jiao resignedly blurted out, "For a man, how can you be so... tempting!"
Wen Jiao didn't realize that these words of dissatisfaction, to Shen Zhaoli's ears, were no different from a compliment.
Shen Zhaoli looked at her seriously, and after a long time, he said softly, "Jiaojiao, when do you plan to give in to the vixen?"
Truth be told, Wen Jiao had intended to give in from the start.
When she called Shen Zhaoli back from abroad, it was to live a good life with him.
Wen Jiao wasn't a naive child; she knew that spouses should be very intimate.
The way she and Shen Zhaoli were, it was actually abnormal.
