"No, what's the use of pride? Can it be eaten, drunk, or used as a wife?"
Ye Wuge said nonchalantly, "Since it can't do any of that, why would I want it? I only want you, and if this is a dream, I don't want to wake up ever."
Jiayin chuckled, "Don't want to wake up, huh? If you don't want to wake, I'll punch you awake. Let's see if you wake up."
Saying this, she raised her little fists and punched his chest hard a few times.
This scoundrel, liar, dared to intentionally run to the rooftop and pose to trick her, trying to gain her sympathy.
Clearly, he needs some handling.
Jiayin, who like Xiao Moli, had been specially trained from a young age, though not involved in Dark Night's affairs, always mixed around playing.
Having gotten into fights with those people frequently, her strikes naturally lacked moderation.
Ye Wuge was so pummeled by her rapid little fists he could hardly breathe, "Wife, help! If you don't stop, you'll really be a widow later."
