"What do you mean by 'injury'?" Xiao Yuchuan pouted, "I can't make any promises... What if I can't control myself in the middle of the night..."
Su Qingyue just happened to be looking at him, then, she extended her index and middle fingers, with the other three fingers curled in, mimicking a pair of scissors in the air aimed at his lower body.
Xiao Yuchuan hurriedly covered his crotch in fright, "Wife, I was just kidding! You actually want to snip my bird?"
"If you dare to make a move in the middle of the night, I'll chop 'that thing' of yours up for tomorrow's vegetables."
"..." Xiao Yuchuan turned pale, "Cutting it up is already cruel enough, using it for vegetables... You wouldn't really do that, would you?"
Her eyes were icy, her tone chilly, "What do you think? I'll stir-fry a plate of it and feed it to the dogs, do you think that's a good idea?"