Mo Lihua nervously bit her lip as she nagged herself silently. 'I am acting stupid. The stupidest I had ever been to. Do I want to seduce my husband?' The idea alone was laughable, not to mention sounds to wrong.
Yu Qiao came out of the bathroom with nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist and another white towel around his shoulders. "Thank you." he slurred. His lips seemed to be smiling at her but not at the same time.
"Of course." Mo Lihua replied, nervous. She wouldn't be able to hide her lust for him. The remnants of his shower glistened on his perfectly chiseled body. She bit her lip. "What did you want to speak to me about?"
Yu Qiao, still under the effects of the alcohol, stumbled slightly towards the bed. Although he couldn't see completely straight, he was sure he could see the outlines of Mo Lihua in a red silk robe. Her jet black hair gleamed against the fabric.
