Zhou Feifei's long eyelashes veiled a pair of seductive eyes, and her entire presence resembled a fully ripened peach, giving Zhao Chi a feeling he found hard to resist.
"Hehe, Little Chi, why is your face still red? Don't tell me you don't even recognize your sister-in-law anymore," Zhou Feifei teased with a spring in her eyes, a blush spreading across her fair, delicate face.
On Zhou Feifei's exquisite, egg-shaped face, her round and delicate features moved with the grace of a young matron. Her rosy lips shimmered with a high-quality lipstick. Along with her bracelet and ring, none were cheap items, clearly showing her husband treated her very well.
Zhao Chi's face turned red as he hurriedly explained, "Sister-in-law, don't...don't talk nonsense, how could I not recognize you?"
Even a veteran of love like Zhao Chi had his moments of shyness, which surprised him, but his heart couldn't help beating wildly, and he could not calm his nerves for a while.
