Feng Tianlan touched her nose innocently, "I was not being smug." She was very concerned about his body, but how did it become smug in his eyes?
"You lit your husband's fire, but you didn't keep the flame. You still wanted your husband to take care of his body. How was this not being smug and showing off?" Si Mobai saw that her beautiful hair was still hanging loosely, so he reached out to help her rub it. He pulled her to sit down in front of the dressing table, he started to gently comb her hair and pull it up.
Feng Tianlan looked at him in the bronze mirror. He was very skilled at combing and pulling her hair up. His expression was even more cautious than when he was treating a treasure. She could not help but raise her eyebrows, "You started the fire yourself."