Zhang Xiuer was still washing dishes in the kitchen, and Zhao Yang, utterly bored, really couldn't think of any way to get Zhang Xiuer to keep him company in bed tonight. After all, she was his wife. He couldn't force her outright, nor could he use any love potions—that would be suicidal. Afterwards, Zhang Xiuer would definitely be angry.
Forget it, if I have to sleep by myself, then so be it. Who made me the victim of a nasty trick, just barely crawling back from the brink of death at Ghost Gate?
Zhao Yang picked up his phone and typed "sexy lingerie" into the online shopping mall app. As he scrolled through the models posing in sexy lingerie and the seller's show, Zhao Yang felt his temperature rise.
But when compared to the seller's show, the buyer's show photos were severely lacking. The women, each one with a plump figure, made a perfectly good black lace bra look utterly without any sense of beauty, seriously ruining Zhao Yang's appetite.
