"Would you fight back?" Hearing Nan Rou's question, Qin Guan shook his head with a smile. "No. How could I bear to hit you?"
Nan Rou released him, gently rubbed Qin Guan's ear, and said softly, "That's more like it."
Qin Guan suddenly gave a wicked grin. "I may not have the heart to lay a hand on you, but I can punish you somewhere else!"
Nan Rou's face stayed perfectly calm. "Then come at me. Everything I ate just now was super spicy anyway."
The corner of Qin Guan's mouth twitched. "Fine. Tonight, I'll show you what it means to talk the toughest talk and get the harshest lesson!"
"Ah! Husband, I know I was wrong! Senior Sister, Sister Qing, save me!"
Nan Rou was so scared that she hurriedly cried for help.
"Look at you, getting so cocky. Spare the rod for three days and you'll be climbing onto the roof to tear off the tiles!" Qin Guan ignored Nan Rou's pleas, pulled her into his arms, and gave her a light smack. "Those two aren't here. No use shouting!"
"Husband, can I make one tiny request?" Nan Rou hurriedly asked as she tidied her messy hair.
"What request?" Qin Guan stopped his wandering hand and asked curiously.
"How about we play a game first? Whoever loses has to do whatever the winner says tonight," Nan Rou said, sitting up and looking at Qin Guan.
Qin Guan raised a brow. "What game?"
Nan Rou smiled. "In a moment, I'll call out 'One, two, three, wooden dummy,' and neither of us can move. Not even blink!"
Qin Guan laughed at once. "Go on, call it. I know this one!"
"Alright, rea—dy!"
Nan Rou deliberately paused for a moment, then suddenly shouted, "One, two, three, wooden dummy—whoever moves wins!"
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