Gu Xiaoer, wrapped in a half cocoon of silk quilt, shook her head with widened eyes, "I won't take it off!"
"I'm your husband, why can't I take it off!" The man, with his arms folded, looked down at the girl on the bed and lowered his voice.
"You call me husband every day, my head's almost washed clean by you, when in reality, in reality we're nothing yet..."
"How are we nothing? You're damn right already wearing my last name!" Han Luoli was stubborn, knowing she was drunk but still insisted on emphasizing it.
Perhaps, it was only at times like this that he could so confidently acknowledge their relationship.
When Xiaoer was sober, he didn't dare say it...
The girl vehemently kicked her legs to show her disagreement, "If it's not, it's not, I didn't agree so it's not..."
Han Luoli was so angry he wanted to spank her little bottom, damn it, if you weren't drunk, you'd be Mrs. Han tonight!
"Baby, be good, roll over here..."
"I won't roll..."
"Roll over here..."
"You roll..."
