"..." Ling Tian'ao raised an eyebrow, pinching Xia Zhisu's cheek, "Didn't expect you to have a peeping hobby. Tell me, whose is bigger—mine or Ou Shaoheng's?"
"!!!" Xia Zhisu looked completely disgusted, "Ling Tian'ao! What's there to compare here?!"
"Men love to compare this. Say it—whose skills are better, his or mine?"
"I haven't even... haven't done that with him! How would I know if he's good or not! Ugh, Ling Tian'ao, can we talk about something normal? Can you not be so vulgar?!"
"This isn't vulgar. This is private pillow talk between a husband and wife. It can spice things up." Ling Tian'ao leaned in directly and bit her lip.
Xia Zhisu still looked at him with disdain, "Spice up my ass!"
"Don't use foul language." Ling Tian'ao commanded in a low, husky voice.
"Hey! Don't you feel any shame? You're the one who always uses foul language!"
