Summary
Xie Sui and I were a marriage of business convenience.
On our wedding night, just as I took the initiative to suggest sleeping in the guest room, a row of bullet comments appeared before my eyes.
[Nooo! Don’t sleep in the guest room! I can’t stand a story without spice!]
[Don’t let his calm expression fool you; his whole world just collapsed the moment he heard ‘guest room’!]
[Look at your husband! He’s had a crush on you for ten years!]
[I can’t stop laughing thinking about how Xie Sui specifically wore a shirt garter to seduce his wife, only for it to be completely useless!]
A shirt garter?
Now, I kind of want to see it!