She was furious, "You just open your mouth when I tell you to? Get lost!"
He squinted at her flirtatiously, "Wife, if I don't open my mouth, should I spread my legs instead? I've been wanting to do that with you for..."
Smack! She threw a slap at him.
The loud slap made stars appear before his eyes, but he didn't get angry at all. Instead, he wore an indifferent expression and grumbled, "Wife, you hit me again!"
He caught her hand and blew on it, "Wife, your husband has thick skin. Does it hurt your hand when you hit me?"
She looked at him wordlessly for a second, "Have you been hit dumb?"
"Anyway, for your sake, whether I slap myself or you slap me, I've eaten quite a few slaps. It doesn't make much difference to eat a couple more," he said with a grin, showing off bright white teeth, "As long as you're happy, it's all good."
"You really are asking for a beating!"
"You're just realizing that now?"
