Jiang Muwan's casual comments could strike directly at his heart.
They could touch the tenderest part of his soul.
What about Jiang Muwan?
From Gu Jiangnian's sigh, she detected his deep emotions. She reached out to pat his back, stead of his chest, and droned, "Getting old is great! It saves me the trouble of poisoning you."
Gu Jiangnian: ...
"You want to poison your old man?" The man slightly pulled away the person muffled against his chest, looked down with drooping eyes, and frowned as he asked.
Jiang Muwan was pulled apart a few centimeters and struggled for a while before burying herself in his embrace again: "The three greatest joys in life—um—."
"Being promoted, getting rich, losing the old wife, I get it," Gu Jiangnian said as he reached out, his broad palm pressed against the back of Muwan's head to stop her from continuing, but he casually continued instead.
Jiang Muwan: ...
Damn it, he was forcing her to shut up.
