It was probably the mild tone that did it, so even though Uncle Zhao cursed and swore, he still opened the door. Once the door was opened, he cursed again, "What's up? Speak up!"
But there, under the candlelight, Aunt Zhao's face wore a smile tinged with bashful shame; his expression then softened, "What's the matter?"
"Husband, let's talk inside," Aunt Zhao used to have a rough voice, but now she spoke using her throat, which sounded much more pleasant.
"Alright then," Uncle Zhao also became gentle as he opened the door and let Aunt Zhao in.
Aunt Zhao had come with a candlestick. Once inside the room, she put down the candlestick and sat down in front of Uncle Zhao's bed, then she lowered her head slightly, "Husband, I don't really have anything to discuss."
"You, since you've got nothing, then... what are you doing here?" Men are creatures that think with their lower half. Seeing Aunt Zhao start to flirt, he wasn't as fierce anymore.
