Chu Molin quickly took a combat bath. It was indeed great, making his whole body feel relaxed and comfortable.
He fetched water to wash his clothes, and when he saw his wife's clothes also set aside, he casually washed them as well. Being a man, he never considered it inappropriate to wash a woman's clothes.
When Chu Molin reached his little wife's underwear, even his naturally dark face turned red. The underwear was a tiny thong, petite and sexy, not like the wide, large panties women wear nowadays.
Qin Xue's bra was not a white tank top like women wear now, but two straps connected to two bowl-shaped items. It was obvious that these semi-circular bowls were meant to cup something.
If Qin Xue knew this, she would definitely reply, "Bro, that's called a bra, not a bowl."
Poor Chu Molin, blushing while carefully washing his little wife's underwear, imagining how good she would look wearing it, and wishing he could catch a glimpse.
