"Nangong Commander, are you trying to get on your knees and washboard?"
Never seen anyone so eager to kneel on a washboard, Ye Nuanxi's eye twitched hard, "Kneeling on a washboard is only used when men do something wrong and get punished, Nangong Commander, what beastly thing did you do to Little Xuan?"
Before Nangong Ming could speak, Ye Nuanxi's sharp senses fell on his hand washing the sofa, "Good grief, you didn't use the sofa for some vibrating action, did you?"
Nangong Ming: "..."
"What sofa vibration!"
Why does it sound so awful, this term does not seem like something a proper man would say, "We were just reenacting the wedding night in advance, consummating the marriage!"
Ye Nuanxi: "..."
"Consumm... consummate?"
Ye Nuanxi nearly choked on her saliva, "Right here, just sleeping with her, and you call that consummating the marriage?"
