"What's different about it? You think my fig leaf here is superfluous?" Pei Yibai lowered his head, pointing towards the white towel around his waist, then glanced at the matching one on Song Weiyi.
He chuckled with a deep, meaningful smile, "If my wife finds it superfluous, I'd be more than willing to take it off for her enjoyment."
Being so lewd first thing in the morning, Song Weiyi stepped on his foot twice with her bare feet, frowning at him: "You've really had enough, you're getting more and more outrageous."
Is being lewd the only trait of a well-fed and watered man?
Song Weiyi's face was full of dark lines.
If the caregiver were here, he probably would have fought Pei Yibai desperately.
"Alright, I'll stop teasing you, come here and brush your teeth." Pei Yibai handed her the cup and toothbrush, Song Weiyi stood barefoot in front of the mirror.
Her complexion was rosy, her skin was fair and tender, devoid of any visible pores.
