Chiyin did not wait for her answer, frowning as he shifted his gaze from the screen.
A second before he looked down at her, Lu Fengxuan guiltily turned her head to one side and murmured, "Mhm, a little brother."
What was there to feel guilty about? It was her own husband after all. If she saw, she saw, no need to hide like a fool!
She scolded herself like this internally, rationally wanting to let go and boldly turn back to look.
But in reality, she was a coward, her body stiff and motionless.
"Axuan, why is your face red?" Chiyin knowingly asked as he looked at her flushed cheeks.
Lu Fengxuan turned back to glare at him, "Why don't you wear clothes after bathing? I saw you take pajamas in with you, and though you had them, you only came out wrapped in a towel. What's the matter, do you think you have a good figure?"
"The pajamas accidentally fell on the floor and got wet; I couldn't wear them."
Chiyin shut off the tablet and carelessly threw it on the bedside table.