Song Tingfan's throat moved as he said softly, "Wifey, the weather's nice now, let's eat later."
Lin Qiao: "..."
If she didn't know what he was thinking, she wouldn't be Lin. She gave him a light kick in frustration.
Song Tingfan gently caught her foot, then bent over and picked her up, carrying her to the bed. He innocently said, "Wifey, you seduced me."
Lin Qiao: "..."
She pressed her hands against him and laughed, "Shameless, it's clearly you with the bad intentions."
"Hmm, I have bad intentions every day."
"Don't grab my collar, this is a new outfit I just bought."
"I'll buy you another one tomorrow."
"No, get off, I'm hungry."
"I'm hungry too, and it's urgent, satisfy me first."
"..."
"Song Tingfan, aren't you embarrassed? You're not like this when you see the son-in-law."
"Call me husband."
"I won't... It's freezing... "
"Call me husband."
"No... husband..."
...
