Wu Yixing watches his wife pace around in their bedroom in anger. She stops and glares at him. Then, she resumes her strolls around the room. She stops again and looks at him like she wants to bury him at the spot. She clenches her fists and crosses her arms.
He is amused to see her like this. It's only been 2 days since their wedding. He finds her expressions more interesting than poisons. "Mo Qian, those fake balls on your chest moves up and down like a real thing when you walk like this."
Yoori stops on her feet and crosses her arms over her chest. Here, it comes. "Wu Yixing, you pervert!"
"Tell me what you used." Wu Yixing asks her with a serious face. "I will sell the idea to the men who want to dress up like women. We will make a lot of money."
Her body is shaking in anger. She takes long strides toward him and tries to throw a punch on his face. Wu Yixing dodges easily. He grabs her arms and pushes her down on the bed.
