Lin Fan awkwardly touched his nose, cleared his throat, and said, "Uh, wife..."
"Stop, stop, stop~"
Gu Qingcheng suddenly made a stop gesture with her left index finger pointing at her right palm, gave Lin Fan a sideways glance, and said, "Who's your wife? I'm telling you, Lord Lin, you can't throw around the word 'wife' so casually!"
"Gu, little miss, it seems you weren't satisfied last night. Are you itching for more?" Lin Fan retorted angrily.
But upon hearing this, Gu Qingcheng crossed her arms, puffed out her chest, and leaned lazily against the doorframe, looking at Lin Fan with an amused expression.
Gu Qingcheng laughed flirtatiously, "Speaking of which, last night wasn't that satisfying. Your golden needle mushroom is nothing compared to those foreign iron rods. Just now, the security guard downstairs kept winking at me, and I'm thinking maybe I should have a one-night stand with him!"
