บท 1270: Sparring

Their quarrel had always been rather baffling. Now that it had been disrupted again and again, even if they were angry, half of it would be gone. Moreover, Yan Kuan could not remember what the point of their quarrel was.

In the end, it was Yan Kuan who looked at Shen Xiaoxiao's back and then shamelessly crawled into the warm bed.

"Who told you to come up here? Don't you like to walk around in your underpants?"

"Who said I like to wear underpants? I like not wearing them."

"You shameless person, are you embarrassed? Why aren't you quarreling? You're quarreling again. I'm full of energy now." Shen Xiaoxiao was a little unreasonable. However, after spending so many years with Yan Kuan, how could she not know what kind of character this little thing was? Pamper him. Look, this was what she pampered.

She had brought this on herself!