The complexion of a certain wife slave did not become better because of this. There was still a layer of frost and snow on her eyebrows, and her complexion looked extremely cold.
"Yes, yes." Her head was pounding, and she was as obedient as a yes-man.
Xuanyuan Yu snorted coldly and said, "Can that kind of joke be made randomly?"
Ling Luo pouted her little mouth, a bit coquettishly: "Then what do you want?"
She had already surrendered and admitted her mistake, so why didn't he give in?
"Hmph. You want to throw me away and raise 10,000 pretty boys."
Ling Luo's thin lips moved slightly, just about to say something.
"You actually want to throw me away and raise 10,000 pretty boys!"
Ling Luo: "..."
"How could you throw me away? What's so good about the pretty boys outside? You want to raise ten thousand of them? Huh?"
A row of black lines was drawn on Ling Luo's head.
A bad premonition flashed through her heart. This guy seemed to have no end.
"It's not bad to be a husband. You can think of being a husband as a pretty boy."
Xuanyuan Yu had a standard expression of resentment against his husband, and a pair of deep black eyes, full of regret.
Ling Luo sighed softly: "You are not a pretty boy."
Xuanyuan Yu's body stiffened and he immediately became nervous, saying, "Don't you dislike me for being a pretty boy?"
Ling Luo: "..."
She suddenly had an illusion that was getting darker and darker, and she could never explain it clearly.
Xuanyuan Yu got a little closer, staring at his little wife with burning eyes, and asked: "Or do you think your husband makes you dissatisfied, so you need another pretty girl?"
"I'm not dissatisfied."
Ling Luo denied, "If I'm not satisfied, I won't keep guarding you."
"You do." Xuanyuan Yu insisted, his burning gaze becoming bolder and bolder, lingering on Ling Luo's chest, "Absolutely."
"No--"
Ling Luo has one head and two heads.
It's really hard to coax a man.
It is even more difficult to coax a man with a small belly.
"Don't deny it. You must feel that your husband is not working hard enough to satisfy you, so you want ten thousand pretty boys."
The next moment, a certain naughty wife slave showed his fox tail, with a sullen expression on his face, and his big hands began to act dishonestly, groping randomly on his wife's body through the thin fabric.
Ling Luo's ears felt hot.
It suddenly dawned on him that Yu was just teasing him on purpose.
That sentence, from the beginning, had other meanings, and then took advantage of it to cause harm.
"That's not what you said!"
Ling Luo began to struggle, and she struggled wherever Xuanyuan Yu touched her.
She wanted to grab the man's two dishonest hands, but he grabbed her instead, clamping down on her slender wrists like a chicken, and leaned forward.
Ling Luo was forced to the corner of the bed, with her back against the cold wall. Her two slender wrists were firmly grasped and placed on both sides of her head. Her body was forced to stand up, especially the softness of her chest, because
This posture makes you look particularly upright.
"Luo'er, no matter how much you argue, it can't change the fact that you really need your husband to comfort you."
As he said that, Xuanyuan Yu put his handsome face close to Ling Luo's soft pink cheeks and rubbed them in an extremely ambiguous way.
"There are ten thousand pretty boys. A husband must play the role of ten thousand pretty boys in order to be satisfied with his wife. Don't worry, Luo'er, your husband will definitely satisfy you."