Does your face hurt?
Does your face hurt?
Shi Qingluo looked at him and asked with a smile, "Does your face hurt?"
Bai Xu was speechless. Could they still get along well?
However, a gentleman doesn't fight with womenfolk.
He asked shamelessly , "Can I have a set of your furniture, and those things in your latrine and bathroom?"
Shi Qingluo rolled her eyes at him. "Dream on."
She and her young hubby had spent a lot of effort making these things and they hadn't enjoyed them yet.
If this fellow wanted them, he could continue to wait.
Besides, she didn't want to do so.
Her young husband's teacher held a higher rank.
It was okay for them to give him a set of it.
Giving one set to Mo Qingling was fine too.
After all, it was a rare opportunity for her young husband to forge such a friendship .
But if others wanted it, then too bad.
Since Bai Xu had spoken, she had used this opportunity to turn it down and prevent others from asking similar requests.