How are we going to live?
Han Luoli kept a beautiful smile at the corner of his mouth, his eyes gleaming with joy, as his slender fingers traced his own handsome cheek, playfully teasing the girl, "With my husband's good looks, making money should not be a problem."
The somewhat coquettish action made Gu Xiaoer's scalp tighten.
"Ah—you're going to sell yourself again!" The girl's little face collapsed instantly as she vigorously shook her head, "No no, you're mine, I won't allow you to sell yourself!"
Han Luoli just smiled, his index finger caressing the other side of his face, very pleased with himself.
Gu Xiaoer grew even more anxious, with her small white hands pinching his handsome face, she spoke with the boldness of a financier, "Da Luoluo, I forbid you to sell yourself to anyone else, you can only sell yourself to me!"
The man's laughter grew even stronger; the little girl knew to protect him now, not bad, not bad!
