Leng Youchen's handsome face turned dark, his phoenix eyes staring at her unblinkingly, a hint of heat smoldering within.
Wei Anning noticed where his gaze fell and her pretty face flushed red. She quickly grabbed a bath towel to cover her chest and shouted angrily and ashamedly, "Close your eyes; don't look!"
How could he have a spare key?
Leng Youchen's face grew even darker as he frowned and wheeled himself over, making his way past a cabinet to face her, his domineering presence pronounced, "It's my right to look at my wife."
Wei Anning's eyes widened, left with nothing to retort, her cheeks puffing out in anger, "Even a wife has her privacy, don't you understand?"
"I thought spouses were supposed to be open and honest with each other?" His gaze, like an X-ray, seemed to strip away the towel in front of her chest.
It seemed that not even the bath towel could block his probing.
