Without giving Song Weiyi a chance to refuse, Pei Yibai stuffed the clothes into her hands and raised his eyebrows, signaling that she could start.
Song Weiyi "..."
"Don't dawdle, hurry up," Pei Yibai urged.
"Not helping, put it on yourself," Song Weiyi said with a dark face, tossing the clothes onto Pei Yibai's head, covering his entire face.
Watching this scene, Song Weiyi wanted to laugh but forcefully suppressed her smile.
Pei Yibai calmly took the clothes off his head, not getting angry or bursting into a rage.
He looked at Song Weiyi with a smirk, "Wife, you've been stalling for so long because you want to take a few more looks, isn't that right?"
With that, he deliberately moved closer to Song Weiyi, not minding letting her have a clearer view.
"Although I don't mind, in front of our daughter, you should still restrain yourself a bit. Using rejection to satisfy your personal desires, you'll corrupt our daughter. What happens if she learns from you?"
