Han Luoli put his hands into his trouser pockets, fidgeted a bit, and then looked out at the black night sky through the floor-to-ceiling window, gradually suppressing the flicker of flame in his eyes. He took a deep breath, trying to stay as calm as usual, "Say 'husband'."
"Husband!" Crisp and overly sweet, the girl opposite chimed in cheerfully.
Damn it!
Han Luoli wanted to complain about how difficult it used to be to get her to call him husband just once. Now, for the sake of attending some crappy launch event, the little brat was abandoning all her principles and stance...
Feeling a sense of inexplicable jealousy, although the jealousy was his own.
The man's deep pupils moved slightly, and the corner of his lips curled up, "Seeing as you called me husband, I'll teach you how to write a letter of apology."
