Qu Tu stepped aside and asked again, "Is there any affection between us?"
Rong Yan was dumbfounded: "No, what's going on?"
He got bitten again; this time, the goal was to kiss him until he passed out.
Rong Yan felt a sharp pain and numbness as his lips were sucked, and he raised his hands in surrender: "Waaah!"
Qu Tu released him and asked again, "Don't we have any feelings for each other?"
Rong Yan learned his lesson this time, "I misspoke."
"so?"
Rong Yan's ears were bright red, his eyes were moist, and he was incredibly handsome: "So, do you like me?"
If Qu Tu had no feelings for him, would she need to go home to be with him every day except for necessary social engagements?
He's been really busy lately. He originally planned to go on his honeymoon with Rong Yan after this busy period was over.
As it turned out, his wife didn't take the marriage seriously at all. In Rong Yan's eyes, the marriage was just a transaction.
Young Master Qu never harbors secrets, and it was only with great difficulty that he finally fell for an honest man. It's truly a case of fortunes changing.
"If I didn't like you, would I be a 'seven-times-a-night' man?"
No matter how much one craves a body, it's impossible to go to that extent through a debilitating sexual act without love.
Rong Yan couldn't stand hearing him say that, and he looked suspicious: "Then what about the lipstick stain on your clothes?"
Finally, she got to the point. Qu Tu rubbed the red mark with her fingers.
"My cousin had a fight with her boyfriend, and she insisted on taking a selfie with me so that her boyfriend would regret it."
Qu Tu initially refused, but later, for some reason, thinking of Rong Yan's lukewarm reaction, she decided to test him.
Unexpectedly, the test actually revealed a problem.
Qu Tu pinched Rong Yan's face, blinked twice, then realized something was wrong and started cupping it instead.
“I used to be a bit of a jerk, but that’s all in the past. I’ve been behaving myself ever since I married you. Forget about your 30 million, just tell me the truth, what do you think of me as your husband?”
Rong Yan likes men, and Qu Tu is tall and handsome, highly skilled in bed, and considerate. It's hard not to be tempted.
But he also knew his position; this marriage was not simple to begin with, and he dared not ask for too much.
But Qu Tu said that he liked himself.
This means that Rong Yan can open his heart and feel free to like someone.
He wasn't good with words, so he simply reached out, grasped Qu Tu's hand, and gave him a light kiss.
Everyone says that Qu Shao has changed. The nightclub prince has become an honest office worker who goes home to be with his wife after work.
I'll never get close to those slutty, cheap women again; I'll be a devoted and good man.
Those who initially came with the intention of watching a good show began to envy Rong Yan. They heard that he was just an ordinary person who had hit the jackpot by marrying such a handsome and rich eligible bachelor.
After returning from his honeymoon with Qu Tu, Rong Yan began to consider telling Qu Tu his secret.
He hadn't been honest with her before because he was afraid Qu Tu would hate this body.
But Qu Tu said that she liked every side of him, so Rong Yan wanted to show himself to Qu Tu without reservation.
When Qu Huang learned that Rong Yan had returned from abroad, she went to his home and asked him to go shopping with her.
Her bad mood was written all over her face.
Rong Yan had nothing to do at home, and seeing that she was in low spirits, how could he refuse?
The two shopped all morning. Qu Huang bought things for Rong Yan, but Rong Yan refused them.
Qu Huang said, "You're my brother's wife, so you're family. What's wrong with buying you something?"
Rong Yan had received many things, so he had no choice but to help carry them.
Tired from shopping, the two went into a coffee shop to rest and order some drinks.
If Rong Yan, who was ordering from the menu, had known he would encounter such an awkward situation afterward, he would never have wanted to come out.
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