Su Ningyan had taken off a vest and was thoroughly uncomfortable under Zhuo Junyue's gaze.
She couldn't help but resist, "Can you stop looking at me like that? Can you... can you turn around?"
Zhuo Junyue wasn't interested in unnecessary chatter. He was straightforward, "Little one, there's no room for negotiation. Either you let me undress you, or you undress yourself under my gaze. Give yourself two minutes. If you can't get it done in two minutes, I can't guarantee if your clothes will get torn. Anyway, there are clothes of yours in the closet, no need to worry about not having anything to wear."
Ningyan was fuming, she snarled at him under her breath, "Pervert!"
Zhuo Junyue was shameless, even nodded in agreement, "Wife, I admit that. Now you've got one minute and fifty seconds left."
Ningyan was furious. He...he was even keeping time, couldn't he spare even a second?
She had no choice; she didn't want her clothes to be ruined by his rough handling.
