"I'm mad right now, don't want to talk!" Yi Luowa pouted as she noticed he had calmed down.
Tong Airui quickly sat up, massaging her hand as he apologized, "Wifey, you hit me, you scolded me, and yet you're still mad? You've been at it for so long, you must be tired. Let me give you a massage."
Yi Luowa pulled her hand away angrily, "Having a jealous boyfriend, how can I not be mad? I can already foresee my future—I'll have to live like a vinegar factory worker, reeking of acetic acid wherever I go."
"Wifey, tell me what troubles Third Bro is facing, and I'll tell you two good pieces of news in return."
Yi Luowa glared at him, "Weren't you in a hurry to leave for something urgent? Why aren't you gone yet?"
"I just wanted to..." Tong Airui swallowed the rest of his response.
Yi Luowa smirked, "If you want to know, go ask Third Bro yourself!"
"Why would I ask him? He keeps bugging my wifey; should I care about him?" Tong Airui leaned against the headboard with a scoff.
