Man Luo turned to look at Lin Mu and then said, "What's wrong?"
"Well, girl, now that you've admitted you're my wife, right? If I get sick from holding it in, you can't escape responsibility!" Lin Mu laughed at Man Luo.
"It's better if you get sick." Man Luo shot a glance at Lin Mu and said.
"Uh… damn, where can one find such an irresponsible wife as you!" Lin Mu looked at Man Luo. Perhaps because Man Luo had just bathed, a faint, fresh fragrance kept rushing into Lin Mu's nostrils.
This fragrance teased Lin Mu's olfactory nerves, and combined with seeing Man Luo's flawless, smooth shoulder at such a close distance, he quickly became fevered with excitement, a heat slowly rising in his lower abdomen.
"If you don't want me to be irresponsible, then don't make me your wife. I'd actually be glad for that." Man Luo said, spreading her hands as she looked at Lin Mu.
"Uh…" Lin Mu looked at Man Luo helplessly.
