They had known each other for twenty-one years. As children, they could be considered siblings; as adults, even in their most intimate relationship, they were merely boyfriend and girlfriend.
But her relationship with Fu Lingfeng, it indeed once assumed the form of "husband and wife."
Fu Lingfeng stepped forward to take her hand, "Xiaoqiao, let's go inside."
Huo Jingting's gaze moved downward to their clasped hands, finding the image extremely irritating to the eyes.
In the end, however, he laughed bitterly in rage. "Wife? Gu Nanqiao, last night you were still moaning beneath me, and I vividly remember how you looked then."
"..."
A twitch ran through Fu Lingfeng's eyebrows, his mind nearly auto-filled with the image described.
Jealousy spread from the depths of his heart, bit by bit eroding his reasoning.
In fact, he had long considered that since they were together, it couldn't have been pristine and untainted.
