An Xiaoyu's face was somewhat feverish.
Er... okay then!
After all, it's her own husband's, so it doesn't matter.
Dressed in Shen Yufeng's shirt, An Xiaoyu walked out of the bathroom, her hair still somewhat wet, water droplets falling from the tips, dampening the shirt.
Shen Yufeng's shirt was quite large on An Xiaoyu, so loose.
An Xiaoyu felt a bit awkward, tugging the shirt down.
"Don't look!"
She commanded in a low voice!
Shen Yufeng smiled, the corners of his attractive lips curving upward slightly.
"Why can't I look?"
"Haven't you heard of 'Don't stare at a lady'?"
Shen Yufeng's eyes twinkled, the smile at the corner of his lips deepening.
"Is it really indecent to look at one's own wife?"
An Xiaoyu: "..."
Shen Yufeng patted the spot next to him, speaking with a smile: "Come here already! What are you dawdling for?"
Seeing his smile, An Xiaoyu knew what he was plotting in his heart, so she sternly said: "The reason I came to see you tonight isn't for that!"
