"No next time?" Shen Jue asked, "If it happens again, how should I punish you?"
"Punish... do we have to be so serious?" Rong Qingqing mumbled, "If it happens again, will you punish me by making me sleep in the study?"
Shen Jue's mouth twitched, and he let out a series of cold laughs.
"Nice calculation, am I punishing you or myself?"
Rong Qingqing covered her face, "Can't a pregnant woman have the right to act spoiled?"
"No," Shen Jue mercilessly refuted.
"If it happens again, then punish me by not letting me chat with Fuwa for a week?" Rong Qingqing's eyes wandered, "Isn't that punishment enough?"
Shen Jue laughed again, raising his hand to rub her, his voice cool and indifferent, "If it happens again, I'll throw Fuwa away."
Rong Qingqing's breath hitched, she wrinkled her nose, reluctantly giving a grudging "Hmm," as a sign of compromise.
"Don't curse me in your heart." Shen Jue pinched her nose.
