Chapter 582: Be Moderate in Life 2_1

"..." Tang Yuran blinked her large, black and white eyes and stared straight at him, silent.

"So, what does wifey mean...?" Gu Yu propped up one arm and looked at her leisurely, asking.

"Scram." Tang Yuran gave him a disdainful glance, lay on the bed, and softly cursed at him, though her tone sounded more like flirting than actual scolding.

"Okay then." Gu Yu slightly rolled over, laying his entire body on top of Tang Yuran, his voice deep and ambiguous, "Where should I roll off to?"

"Get off me, you. You're never serious..." Tang Yuran saw Gu Yu moving closer again and promptly, almost instinctively, crawled away to the other side.

"Does wifey like the serious me or the not so serious me?" Gu Yu directly grabbed Tang Yuran's wrist, looking at her intently, and asked in a low voice.

Tang Yuran stared at him for a long while, about to speak, when suddenly her stomach let out a "gurgle" of protest.

The room immediately fell silent.