"What should you call me now?"

Mingyao stared at Pei Siyu's emotionless face and gave a slight smile.

He wouldn't want her to call him "husband," would he?

How is that possible?

Mingyao pressed against Pei Siyu's chest and muttered softly, "President Pei, stop fooling around."

Just thinking about calling Pei Siyu "husband" gave Mingyao goosebumps.

If you absolutely have to make her scream, then just poison her to make her mute.

"Su Xueya!" Pei Siyu pinched Ming Yao's waist, his eyes flashing with anger: "Still pretending to be stupid?"

Mingyao's face turned bright red, and the blood in her body seemed to boil.

"Mr. Pei, could we go somewhere else?"

It was too embarrassing to do it in public.

Was Pei Siyu always this shameless?

Mingyao was internally raging, but on the surface she had to pretend to be a pitiful little white rabbit.

"cannot."

The brief answer was like a bucket of cold water poured on Mingyao's face.

Mingyao glared at Pei Siyu resentfully and reluctantly hummed, "Husband."

A smile appeared on Pei Siyu's cold face, and the smugness in his eyes made Mingyao exclaim that he was a monster.

"The sound is too soft."

He leaned down and whispered in Mingyao's ear.

A warm, electric current seemed to surge through Mingyao's body, while her upper body pressed tightly against Pei Siyu's chest.

The pounding of the drums resonated in Mingyao's ears, stirring her heartstrings.

Mingyao's mind went completely blank with a "boom".

Is she crazy? Or is Pei Siyu just not right?

"Hurry up." Pei Siyu's tone became even more domineering.