Su Jin never wears perfume; she must have picked up some male model's perfume.
Feeling incredibly guilty, she stammered, "Ahem, well, honey."
Gu Xingze received the command, his head detached from her neck, and he blinked his innocent eyes at her.
"What's wrong, honey?"
In a daze, Su Jin seemed to see him wagging his tail at her.
A sense of guilt rose within her, and she forced herself to speak: "Well, what if, I mean what if, I wanted to keep a male model as a mistress, would you agree?"
Su Jin didn't dare look him in the eye. "Of course, I'll definitely do it secretly so you won't see."
Gu Xingze was stunned when she finished speaking her first sentence.
His temples were throbbing so badly that he could barely see anything. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment to get some relief.
"What do you mean, Violet? I don't understand?"
Gu Xingze slowly climbed up her waist, tilted his head back and pleaded, "I don't understand Jinjin, I don't want to listen, please stop talking."
After he finished speaking, he started unbuttoning his shirt. "Don't you love touching me the most? They're not as nice to touch as me. Stop looking at them and touch me instead."
But the more he tried to untie it, the less he could manage. He resorted to tearing it with his hands, and the button popped open, hitting Su Jin in the face, causing her pain.
"No...you have to believe me, I have my reasons." The more she explained, the more confused she became.
The system was still gloating, "Hehe, that sounds like shirking responsibility, how scummy."
Su Jin asked bitterly in her mind, "Whose fault is it all? Don't push me, you'll be satisfied if I die."
But with her terrible luck, she managed to get stuck in a gap when she jumped off a building.
Gu Xingze noticed that she wasn't even looking at him, and grabbed her hand to press it onto his abs.
His eyes filled with tears, and his lips trembled.
"The people outside are not clean, don't use them, use me, I'm clean and I'll listen to you."
Su Jin swallowed hard and forced an unnatural smile. "I was just kidding, don't cry. I don't keep male models as mistresses."
When I was young, my family wouldn't let me hire male models; now that I'm older, my husband won't let me. Sigh.
Gu Xingze obediently held back his tears, hugged her, and rubbed his head against her. "Wife, this joke isn't funny at all. Don't tease me like that again."
Su Jin's gaze shifted to the lingering red marks on Gu Xingze's body, and her eyes darkened as she recalled what she had done last night.
Gu Xingze also noticed the pressure she was subtly increasing on him.
He seduced her with a husky voice.
"Wife, do you still want to bully me? Weren't you satisfied last night? Come on..."
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