Gu Jinli, upon hearing the reason, felt relieved and was quite happy that he could come back to sleep with her. She gave him a few pieces of grilled lamb: "It's cold, eat more lamb to warm up."
Qin San Lang smiled, ate the lamb she gave him, and then picked a few lean pieces for her: "You eat too."
He sighed, "Having a rich wife is nice, while others chew on dry food, I have meat to eat."
It's still meat bought from a restaurant.
Gu Jinli raised her chin proudly and said, "Of course, that's why you should be good to me, otherwise your rich wife might run away."
Qin San Lang squeezed her hand and laughed, "Hold on tight, you won't be able to run. Even if you did, I'd tie you up and bring you back for life."
"Ugh, so cheesy, hurry up and eat." Gu Jinli said with disdain, shaking slightly, but she didn't pull back her hand, letting him hold it while they ate.
Qin San Lang ate quickly, finishing in less than 15 minutes.
