Su Yaoguang lowered her head and kissed the endlessly talking mouth.
Zhou Wangshu's eyes widened.
"Whether it's suitable, you'll only know once you wear it," Su Yaoguang looked at him and said, "Why be so aggrieved?"
"Anyway, I don't like it, so why wear it?" Zhou Wangshu's earlobes were as red as fine agate.
"Zhou Wangshu, I'll give you another chance..." Su Yaoguang touched his nose tip, "Do you want to divorce? If you do, we can go now."
"No divorce." Zhou Wangshu hugged her waist. "I've seen, touched, and kissed. If we divorce, who would still want me?"
Su Yaoguang: "..."
Zhou Wangshu leaned against her chest, listening to her heartbeat: "As expected, cold-hearted and emotionless, not a bit erratic. What exactly am I to you?"
Su Yaoguang sighed.
She held his face, looking at him seriously: "You don't want to divorce, right? Don't regret it."
She kissed his lips.
Zhou Wangshu returned the kiss, fiercely and intensely.
