"Knocked out again..." Gong Jue Chen's demonically charming face was filled with grievance, "If you keep knocking me out like this, one day you might knock me silly, right...?"
An Jing had no sympathy whatsoever, "That would be nothing less than you deserve!"
Gong Jue Chen fell silent for a moment before saying, "Then I'll try not to pester my wife. I'll wait until her injuries are healed."
After a pause, Gong Jue Chen went on, "However, I feel that trying, I probably won't be able to do it."
An Jing: "..."
Try? Gong Jue Chen truly didn't manage to. He'd no sooner finished dinner at An Jing's place than he went to pester Yan Yao. Unfortunately, as soon as he began, Meng Zhuqing appeared and knocked him out with a hand knife.
Gong Jue Chen: "..."
For the next two days, every time Gong Jue Chen tried to pester Yan Yao, Meng Zhuqing would knock him out.