Feng Xuxu came to her senses, blinked her big eyes, and nodded in agreement, "Yes, who told you to dress so... um, sexy."
"Hehehe, hearing my wife's words, will I be getting a treat tonight?" He tossed the washcloth aside, freed his hands to wrap around her, and charged his gaze with electricity as he looked at her intently.
Looking up to see her husband's dissatisfied expression, she curled her lip in a small sneer, as if to say it wasn't him who tended the 'fields' every night, pushed away his heated body, took a few steps out, and sat on the stool, resting her chin in her hand, her gaze fixed on the candle on the wall.
Dugu Chen raised an eyebrow, and followed suit, sitting beside her. He waved his hand in front of her face, but it failed to capture her attention, so he pushed her gently, "Wife, what's the matter?"
