Summary
“Brother-in-law, do you only plan on marrying my sister?” I asked, hooking my finger around his belt.
“Jiang. Zi. Fu.” Fu Qiao ground out her name, sounding as if he were about to shatter his back teeth. “Can you stop calling me that? Do you plan on doing this for the next hundred years?”
“A hundred years is too long. I’ll stop once you actually die in my bed.”