Xia Yinian was deliberately mad at him, simply because Gu Beicheng hadn't asked her opinion and had just forced the poison out of his body on his own.
He knew this method, which proved how capable he was, but she just couldn't stand him hurting himself like that.
"Bully my wife? I wouldn't dare." Gu Beicheng's attractive thin lips hooked up slightly.
Xia Yinian had never denied it: this man was a born seducer. Even with an IV drip in him, he could still look devastatingly handsome.
Only God knew what it felt like to have a boyfriend like this. Yet somehow, she really had one.
Xia Yinian wasn't sure if saying things like this out loud would get her beaten up by a mob, because it did sound extremely punchable.
"Wife, my lips are a bit dry." Gu Beicheng turned his head, looking like a well‑behaved baby.
Staring at his thin lips, Xia Yinian unconsciously licked her own, practically dying to lower her head and kiss him.
