"Clearly, it's you who have perverted thoughts, yet you blame me."
After drying himself off, Huo Beijiang casually tossed the towel, which traced an arc in the air before landing precisely on the rack reserved for face towels. As he leisurely started to dress himself, he stated, "Isn't it normal for a man to have perverted thoughts? Besides, my perverted thoughts are directed only toward you!"
Noticing his wife stubbornly refusing to look at him, he reassured her somewhat helplessly, "My love, I'm fully dressed now."
"I don't believe it."
"I don't have a fetish for being naked! Of course, if you, my dear wife, enjoy seeing it, I could consider going without clothes forever."
Nan Fei nearly choked with laughter. "So much for claiming that you're not a pervert." Someone who went their whole life without clothes was indeed a terrifying thought!
"Well, I'm only a pervert for you."
"I beg you, could you please leave me alone?"
