"What are you talking about!" Xiao Yuchuan estimated that he hadn't consummated his marriage with his wife yet, and no one in the family had touched her, so she was still a little girl.
"We're both husbands now, don't be shy, brother..." Zhou Fuquan pushed him ambiguously, thinking about holding his own wife at night. "The feeling of holding your wife at night... it's so comforting."
"That stinky old woman Su Qingyue, I'm afraid if I hold her at night, I'll throw up." He said that, but his heart didn't seem so sure. Will it really make him vomit? He should try holding her at night.
"She might have been smelly before." Zhou Fuquan patted his shoulder, "Don't worry. Your wife doesn't stink now. When you turn off the lamp oil and get in bed at night, your wife may be ugly, but it's too dark to see anyway; any woman will be the same."
"Really?" Xiao Yuchuan's eyes twinkled.
