Mo Tingxue: Men and women should keep their distance. If you kiss, you have to get married.
Gu Zian: Heroine, could you be reasonable? Is this the kind of "kiss" you mean? I only hugged you because I had no choice. Do I really have to spend the rest of my life paying for it?
Looking at the sword in Mo Tingxue's hand, Gu Zian gave in.
After they got married.
Gu Zian: Wife, my parents say that of the three ways to be unfilial, having no heir is the worst. If you don't want children, they'll start arranging concubines for me.
Mo Tingxue glared at him, murder in her eyes: Go ahead and try.
Gu Zian cowered: Try? No way. There's only you in my heart, my dear.
Mo Tingxue: Who is she?
Gu Zian: I mean, hypothetically. She refers to everyone in general.
Everyone?
Seeing the frost-rimed sword in Mo Tingxue's hand, Gu Zian hurriedly begged for mercy.
Ah... spare me, my dear!
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
