"Mrs. Nangong, I should remind you of something." Nangong Yue leaned in again with that faint drawl, pressing his lips to her ear. "Showing that kind of expression in front of your husband—are you trying to seduce me into committing a crime?"
Gu Mian: "...!!!"
"I…" Gu Mian's face flushed scarlet in an instant, and she couldn't help snapping, "So this is all my fault, huh!"
"Yeah, it's all your fault." Nangong Yue reached out and brushed a hand over her smooth, soft cheek, then burst out laughing.
Gu Mian's face got even redder from holding it in. Damn it, why did it feel like she'd fallen into a den of foxes!
And the worst part was, she didn't seem to have any room to resist!
"I haven't called my mom yet." As if suddenly remembering something, Gu Mian said, "I've got to hurry up and call her! She might be worried about me, or maybe there's something important and she wants me to come home."
