Chapter 542: My Man (Additional Chapter for Rewards from Moonlit Bunny)_1
Alexander Summers laughed and said, “Didn’t you clarify everything with Gavin Graves already?”
At his words, Purple Summers showed a fierce look and pinched his face again, “You still have the face to say that! While I was chatting with him, you called and scolded me! How did you scold me? Oh, yes! You said we had eloped! Your mouth, I really am… I really am…”
She was at a loss for words!
“You’re too much!” Purple Summers concluded sternly, “You don’t trust me, and you slander me!”
“I was wrong.” Alexander Summers apologized, taking her small hand and lightly slapping his own face with it twice, “Hit me a few times to vent your anger?”
“…” Purple Summers retracted her hand with a red face and scoffed, “I’m not that bored.”
Her eyes darted about as she put on a show of seriousness, “I’m a civilized person, I don’t hit people randomly, but since you’re at fault first, your punishment is to do push-ups! Do a hundred of them!”
When Purple Summers acted childishly, it was really something, as if doing push-ups wasn’t boring at all.
Alexander Summers flipped over, embracing her and pressing her down below him, kissing her lips, “Okay, I’ll do a hundred!”
Trapped between his arms, Purple Summers hesitated, “…Are you really going to do a hundred?”
Alexander Summers seriously started doing push-ups on the bed.
But he wasn’t being honest during the act, kissing her after every push-up, repeatedly.
After being kissed twenty or thirty times, Purple Summers cried foul, annoyed, “That doesn’t count! You’re just taking advantage of me!”
Alexander Summers laughed heartily, not forgetting to belittle his rival at this moment, “Gavin Graves definitely couldn’t last past fifty!”
Purple Summers couldn’t stand his shameless and arrogant behavior and immediately retorted, “Being able to do fifty is already quite impressive.”
Alexander Summers’s gaze darkened slightly, menacingly fixing on Purple Summers below him.
She had a feeling that things weren’t looking too good…
Later, Alexander Summers did an entire hundred push-ups while pinning her down.
Purple Summers felt her lips were likely… possibly… should be… well, swollen.
The couple messed around on the bed for most of the day until they were both tired and lazily curled up together to chat.
Alexander Summers began to tell Purple Summers about his past.
He said someone had once read his fortune, which promised the life of royalty and nobility, destined to be auspicious and turn peril into safety throughout his life.
When he and Damian Howard were just starting out in Pearlpoint City, they had countless enemies, every one of them wanting to kill them. Once, he was thrown into the infamous Shark Bay. Fortunately, he was incredibly lucky and happened to hit a time when the sharks had just been fed. Sharks in a state of satiety are like drunkards, groggy and do not attack humans. Alexander Summers grabbed a frayed towing rope at the stern of the boat and made it back to shore without anyone noticing.
Even though he saved his life, by then his ribs were broken, and he was dragging himself in the seawater for half a day, truly suffering greatly.
Upon hearing this, Purple Summers was both shocked and pained, unable to resist scolding him, “If you’re so fortunate, you should cherish your life even more! Why do you always put yourself in danger!”
“Purple, you don’t understand, it’s those people who were too bad.” Alexander Summers said with a laugh, as if he was the innocent one and one should blame the cruel and terrible outside world.
Purple Summers was speechless, then asked, “What about the time you fell into a pit of snakes?”
“That was just a scary situation.” Alexander Summers said dismissively, “They don’t put deadly venomous snakes in snake pits, because then, in three to five minutes, the person is dead and it’s not fun anymore. So they are mostly non-poisonous or slightly poisonous snakes. They look scary, but it’s nothing much… But getting bitten by a snake really hurts.”
Talking about this, Alexander Summers seriously repeated, “When the toxin acts, the wound hurts even more than a dog bite.”
The corners of Purple Summers’s eyes heated up, not wanting him to see, she lowered her head and buried it in his chest, pinching his waist and pretending to huff, “So you’ve been bitten by a dog before!”
Otherwise, how would he know it hurts more than a dog bite?
“What happened after that?” Purple Summers pressed on.
“After that?” His tone was arrogantly brash, “After that, I built a crocodile pool and threw all those people into it!”
Purple Summers, resting on his chest, shed a tear.
She thought to herself: So this is how my man grew up…