When Xia Yue hysterically shouted at Lu Jingyao in the room, "Did Li Ye fuck you?" Li Ye, standing outside, was dumbfounded.
What the hell, how had he gotten caught in the crossfire too?
Li Ye slowly turned his neck and looked at Wen Leyu beside him.
Xia Yue's voice had been far too loud just now. Even if Wen Leyu's hearing was only average, she had heard every word clearly.
And Wen Leyu was looking at Li Ye too, her big eyes brimming with teasing mockery.
Li Ye swallowed and said helplessly, "How am I supposed to explain something like yellow mud smeared on my crotch?"
Wen Leyu's big eyes fluttered for a while. Then she suddenly smiled mischievously. "I'm the one who washes your pants. Other people might not know whether your crotch is clean, but wouldn't I?"
"Phew~"
Li Ye let out a long breath of relief.
Luckily, he had married Wen Leyu. Otherwise, he would not have had an easy night tonight.
Come on, first have a taste of chili water and the tiger bench, then confess honestly. Explain every last detail between you and Lu Jingyao from beginning to end three times over. Even one wrong word, front or back, and it wouldn't count as finished.
But Wen Leyu did not need Li Ye to explain at all. With just the statement, "I'm the one who washes your pants," she perfectly defused this awkward situation.
Ever since Wen Leyu had met Li Ye, had there ever been a shortage of pretty girls around him?
Leaving Lu Jingyao aside, Liu Muhan, Hu Man, Zhen Rongrong, Mu Yunning, even that Wu Jinyuan from Singapore—which one of them was not one bloom among a hundred charming beauties? Which one had not looked at Li Ye differently?
Li Ye's