"Do you always need me to be so clear?" Yun Qian quietly looked at him.
Miss Yun could be shameless, and didn't care about face.
But saying such things could make Xu Chang'an's heart soften.
Just like this dress, she doesn't necessarily have to wear it all the time; the dress is just a "tool" to convince her husband, to soften his heart.
These are her sharpened teeth that can easily take a big bite of delicious fruit.
The girl has always been very clever.
——
"Miss, I'm not someone without ambition, nor am I a vegetarian," Xu Chang'an said seriously.
"I know." Yun Qian's fingers brushed over the embroidered cover on the couch, and she nodded.
The girl looked at the double bed, as if she felt the cover was somewhat in the way, so she picked it up and handed it to Xu Chang'an.
Without the cover in the way, there's much more space.
"..."
