"Heh~~" Mu Xingfeng chuckled softly, "Why the big temper? Who upset my wife? Tell your husband, and I'll see what I can do to fix it for you."
"No one, it's just you, you're the one who upset me," rare as it was to hear Mu Xingfeng joke, An Ran indulged in playing coy.
Mu Xingfeng took a sharp breath, as if pondering some significant problem, "Since I'm the one who upset my wife, that's just unacceptable, I need to reflect, to repent. How about this, darling, when I'm in front of you, you're free to trample on me, how about that?"
At the end, this shameless guy deliberately emphasized the word "trample," the implication was obvious.
"Shameless," An Ran finally burst out laughing, "When did you become so glib-tongued?"
In the past, no matter how she imagined, she couldn't picture Mu Xingfeng saying something like that. Of course, even now, she couldn't picture what expression Mu Xingfeng wore when saying such things.
