Clearly just lying there casually, without any additional movements or postures, yet inexplicably evoking a criminal impulse.
Yun Ran pondered over it, eventually attributing it to his enchanting face and overly perfect physique.
So she found a sack, raised her hand, and covered Nangong Mo with it.
Nangong Mo: "..."
A faint black line flashed across his brow. Nangong Mo raised his hand to lift the sack off his face, "Lin Wanyue, are you trying to murder your husband?"
[Yes!]
[Who told you to always rip me off?!]
"Boss, we agreed on a bit over three thousand taels, and you spent at least two thousand eight hundred taels on fans and paintings, right?"
"So what?"
"..."
What do you mean "so what"?!
"Why is it that you're the one who squanders, but I'm the one who pays? Is there any justice left?"
