"Why aren't you tired at all?" Duoyao asked helplessly.
"Tired?" Yan Molun thought for a while and shook his head. "I've never felt tired ever since I was discharged from military service."
Duoyao was shocked. This man's stamina was too unbelievable. "Hasn't a woman tired you out before?"
"Yes."
Duoyao was unhappy again. "Who?"
"You." Yan Molun glanced at her.
"Me?" Duoyao rolled her eyes. "I'm not so capable. You almost squeezed me dry."
"I don't mean physical tiredness; I mean mental tiredness." Yan Molun sighed out loud. "I'm mentally tired out because of your scarily low EQ."
Duoyao pouted, aggrieved. Is my EQ so low?
The next day, when she went on set, Duoyao reminded him time and again: "If I see you talking to other women other than Xiling, I won't let you have your way today."
Yan Molun smiled helplessly. He really didn't think she would get jealous so easily.