Chapter 135 Who Dares Touch My Wife is Looking for Death (3)

Gu Nuan suddenly thought that, no matter how you looked at it, their close relationship seemed beyond doubt.

Her heart had hardened at this realization. She had never forgotten that her marriage to this man was merely a contractual agreement.

The summer weather was hot, unlike the cold wind on the rooftop last night, where one could even hear the buzzing mosquitoes in the air.

Perhaps it was the memories of last night's experiences and interactions, but Gu Nuan suddenly tilted her head down, staring only at the concrete pavement.

He said softly, "Let's go upstairs. — I'm hungry."

Whether the last three words were intentional or not, he said them nonetheless.

All Gu Nuan could hear was the rumbling of a stomach, suddenly unable to distinguish if it was his or hers.

"Don't you eat meals? What time is it now?" Gu Nuan sounded like her nagging mother at home, blurting out without a second thought.