Isn't She Just a Joke？
Translator: Yunyi
Late at night, inside the hotel bathroom.
Mo Ting held onto Tangning as they lay inside the bathtub; planting kisses on her back affectionately.
As Tangning had rolled on the floor quite a few times during the birth scene today, her back was left with slight scratches. As he looked at her injuries, Mo Ting's eyes darkened, "You got injured."
"Where?" Tangning did not feel any pain. "It must be a small scratch."
Mo Ting rested his chin on her shoulder and said in a deep voice, "From now on, don't allow yourself to get even small scratches."
"But, I'm jealous of the women who cause trouble, get into fights and have their husbands jump in to help them..."
"This is the first time I've realized that Mrs. Mo has a violent side to her," Mo Ting tightened his grip around Tangning. "Fine, if I get the chance in the future, I will try getting into a fight for you."