What box?
Acting all innocent, huh!
Shen Cheng hooked up a smile, then stepped forward and circled her arms around Shi Yu's neck, resting her chin on his shoulder and tilting her head to look at him: "This morning, when I took clothes from the closet, I saw a black box. It was very exquisite. What's inside it?"
"Black box?" Shi Yu knitted his brows, turned his gaze to meet hers, calm as ever, "I don't have any recollection of it."
Shen Cheng raised a hand to gently tap his cheek, and ambiguously blew a breath towards his nose: "Husband, you look so handsome when you talk nonsense with such a serious face."
"Oh, really?" Shi Yu glanced at her sideways, not at all seduced by her behavior.
In the dim environment, the corners of his mouth carried a faint smile, his sword eyebrows were heroic, and his contours were distinct. Every feature on his face was sculpted and exquisite, addictive to behold.
"Someone as handsome as me, would you want to sleep with me?"
