Zhao Lan leaned forward and hugged Ye Heng's arm with both hands. She pouted and deliberately spoke with her throat strangled. "Hubby, you must teach Ye Chang and Ye Tang a lesson. That night, they made me so angry that I didn't sleep the entire night. I've aged these few days. Look at my skin. It's not smooth anymore."
As she spoke, she rubbed her face against Ye Heng's arm.
To welcome Ye Heng tonight, Zhao Lan had also put on makeup. Her face was as pale as a ghost.
Ye Heng could not help but feel nauseous. When he smelled the cosmetics on Zhao Lan's body, he felt even more uncomfortable. "Zhao Lan, I want to drink the tea you make. Help me make a pot!"
"Hubby, your memory is really good. Do you still remember the pot of tea I made for you before you went overseas? I made it with the best Longjing tea!" Zhao Lan winked at Ye Heng before slowly walking over to make tea.
After she left, Ye Heng could finally catch his breath.
