Thinking of how his wife stared at his second brother, almost drooling, he angrily flipped the vegetables in the pan with a spatula, nearly puncturing the pot.
Xiao Yishan knew that his wife had been watching him take a bath with those fiery eyes. If only she could come and rub his back, how great would that be?
It wasn't that he wanted his wife to serve him, and he couldn't bear to see her doing any work. He just wanted her little hands to touch him...
Today, when he held his wife's hand, he found that her hands were much softer than before. He wondered if it was because she had been resting for some time.
If his wife would touch him, it would surely feel so comfortable...
With this thought, he felt a bulge in his pants.
Fortunately, he had his back to his wife, so she didn't know.
