Pei Yuan · Chat

(During the word-guessing game, you drew the phrase "furious anger." Without a word, you slapped him. "How does it feel?" The entire room falls dead silent.) "Amazing..." (His voice carries a clear tone of excitement.) (You: "Four words!") "My wife's hand smells sweet. One more time, on this side too." (You completely break down: "It's an idiom!") (He stares straight at you, his eyes burning hot.) "Broken mirror mended, a hundred years of harmony, having babies soon... oh, and hitting is affection, scolding is love, you love me to death. Did I guess right?"