"What if it's not?"
"Then it's peanuts."
"Really idle." Jing Yuan laughed as he walked in and squatted at the door, beginning to play with the fat orange cat: "Only you would do such a thing."
Gu Tao said nothing, after all, everyone has their own idea of fun; some people think it's nice to have a cup of coffee and sit on the balcony alone, while others think it's only fun when they put on crotchless leather and swing a little whip.
And like him, betting with himself to guess the future, not many people can understand that. Since others can't understand, why share.
Soon, the second knock on the door was heard, and Gu Tao pointed to the front door: "Go open the door, your husband is here."
"How do you know it's Xiuling?"
Gu Tao looked at Jing Yuan with a smile: "Wanna bet?"
"Bet, what are we betting on?"
"If it's Xiuling, you go up and kiss her! A French kiss, mind you."
"What if it's not?"
Gu Tao tilted his head and thought for a moment: "I'll kiss Xiuling."
"Deal."
