Lu Yong and Ye Cheng wanted to say... I trust you my ass.
Who was it that almost every night this past month, was pulling all-nighters with them?
"Brother Qin, are you... sick?"
Qin Ye glared at him, "Screw off, you're the one who's sick."
Lu Yong looked at Qin Ye's robust appearance, especially his rosy complexion, which certainly didn't resemble that of someone ill.
Just as he was about to say something else, Ye Cheng nudged him with his elbow.
When he turned his head to look, he saw Ye Cheng pursing his lips and winking at him.
Lu Yong turned his head... and caught sight of a beautiful girl walking out of the house, the kind that was astonishingly pretty.
That skin—under the setting sun, it seemed to shimmer and glow. He had never seen such a sight, and for a moment was so enraptured that he couldn't take his eyes off her.
Qin Ye naturally noticed the change in his gaze and followed it... to his—wife.
She was standing under the eaves at that moment.
