Just as Ye Haochuan was about to pounce and pin down Zhao Bingqian, that saucy little thing, underneath him for a vigorous domination, she suddenly covered her nose and said, "Please, uncle, what is that smell on you? Go, go, wash your face first, then rinse your mouth, and take a bath before coming back."
Ye Haochuan was slightly speechless and said, "Isn't it just a bang, what's with all the fuss?"
Zhao Bingqian rolled her eyes and retorted, "Uncle, can't we have some quality in sex-love?"
Quality in sex-love?
Ye Haochuan couldn't help but laugh and cry, but thinking about it, the saucy little thing wasn't wrong; one really shouldn't be careless in that area.
"Alright then, I'll listen to you," Ye Haochuan smiled and winked, "How about together?"
Zhao Bingqian looked at him seductively and spat at him, saying, "Pervert, who's going with you? I'm afraid you'd devour me."