As she spoke, Weiyi felt a sudden coolness on her chest. Looking down, her previous provocation shrank away as she kicked at him with her clawed toes.
"Don't look, don't look."
"Honey, I've seen everything already, why cover it up?"
"It's all because of you, you brute! That was a nightgown that cost over a thousand bucks." Weiyi glared at him, fuming.
Mengmeng, you spendthrift girl, I told you not to buy it, but you insisted.
Now look what's happened.
Within half an hour, over a thousand bucks had gone down the drain.
Weiyi cupped her face, silently weeping over the money.
Mengmeng, if you're so rich, why not just give me the cash instead?
"If it pains you so much, wife, then I'll compensate you with ten of them."
"Pfft, I don't want them." Weiyi glowered at him, puffing up with anger, and swung her tiny fists at him.
Who cares about that fabric now? Not only do I not care, from now on, I'd rather die than wear it.
