Lu Yanchuan raised his eyebrows, grabbed Qiao Yi's ankle, and pulled her into his arms.
"Don't watch those novels and TV shows too much, they affect your IQ."
"Humph! Now the rumors are spreading everywhere, saying that I am inherently promiscuous and have ruined my body to the point that I can't have children anymore, and that you are going to divorce me soon! And you're going to marry someone else who can bear children!"
Qiao Yi, with an expressionless face, spoke in the gentlest voice.
Lu Yanchuan ignored the intense pain under his ribs, gently bit on Qiao Yi's nose.
"Rumors are not to be believed."
Qiao Yi pinched the soft flesh around Lu Yanchuan's waist with two fingers and twisted it several times, seeing that he still looked at her tenderly, even with a hint of pleading, Qiao Yi softened and quickly lifted up Lu Yanchuan's shirt to see if she had pinched him too hard.
