As a result, Zhao Changhe thought he was being quite suave with his comment, but Yue Hongling's reaction was, "Husband? What does that mean? My lord?"
"Mm-hm, my lady warrior does have a good understanding, huh."
"Why would you be my lord? Are we married?"
"Eh? We've already done that, and look, we're still like this."
"That still doesn't mean we're married, little brother." Yue Hongling leisurely traced circles on his chest, "As a sister who wanders Worldly Society, loneliness is inevitable. I found you easy on the eyes and indulged in a fleeting romance. You got lucky, just rejoice quietly, don't overthink it."
Zhao Changhe couldn't help but laugh and cry, "I see you've recovered a bit from your injury, puts on his pants and suddenly becomes tough, huh?"
Yue Hongling barely curled her lips, half seriously and half jokingly.
