Sparring with Me-Are You Sure?

Early the next morning, the instant Han Nuan looked at her phone, she nearly broke out in a cold sweat. She hurriedly called her father.

"Dad, are you crazy? Why do you suddenly want to fight Ye Lei? Are you sick of your old bones not getting beaten enough?"

This little girl was practically a leaky padded jacket. Just listen to the kind of thing she was saying.

"Pah, pah, pah! You ungrateful little brat, is that any way to speak to your father?"

"I just wanted to properly spar with my son-in-law and exchange combat techniques. How did it become me looking to get beaten because my old bones weren't old enough?"

"You forgot your father the moment you got a husband..."

Han Keqin's complaining voice continued to come from the other end of the phone, while Han Nuan stood there in a daze, her little face even turning slightly red.

Ye Lei had just been woken by her voice. He opened his eyes groggily, then slapped one large hand directly onto his wife's smooth, fair lower back and began stroking downward.

"Wife, why are you up so early?"

Ye Lei lifted the blanket, revealing his bare upper body. His eyes openly roamed over the beauty beside him, who was not wearing a stitch of clothing, and he reached out to pull her into his arms.

"Looks like last night your husband didn't satisfy you thoroughly enough, huh? You can actually still get out of bed. Seems I didn't hand in enough provisions and failed to satisfy my wife."

Ye Lei kept kissing Han Nuan, his body temperature frighteningly high. Han Nuan wrapped her arms around Ye Li's neck and passionately kissed him back. Yet somehow, their kisses grew stranger and stranger. Before they knew it, their positions had