Divorce Letter

Murong Jiancheng's body stiffened when he heard her, his ears turning even redder.

He wasn't the proactive type in bed, he only made love with her in the first few months of their marriage. After she left, he never had another woman.

Bei Yuewu saw his ears redden and with a sweet voice, she purred, "You reign over Country A, constantly putting on a stern expression while lecturing others. If your citizens were to learn that you're a fan of French kisses even at such an old age, how are you going to face them?"

Murong Jiancheng pressed his lips into a thin line. Although he was slightly displeased, he didn't say anything. All he did was to get off the bed.

But the next moment, Bei Yuewu wrapped her hands around his neck, giggling at him. "Blockhead!"