C1141 A Demure Hypocrite

Gu Yusheng smiled.

Instead, he rebelliously tightened his grip on her waist, and placed his lips next to her ear, speaking with an extremely low and hoarse voice, "You and Xinghe haven't done it yet right? That brat doesn't even know what's good for him. He's already been married to you for more than a year and yet he has already given up on such delicious food. I am..