The look on Sheng Yize's face was a mix of pleasure and pain.
"Ahem. That'll do." He cleared his throat.
An Xiaxia looked concerned. "Don't play the tough guy! I know you're in pain!"
… I really am not. Dear wife, you don't have to be this diligent!
Sheng Yize couldn't tell her the truth and had to let her keep rubbing.
"You're in such great shape…" An Xiaxia was amazed. "Why do you never get fat?"
Sheng Yize said quietly, "I work out."
"Keep up that good habit! Don't indulge in beer and meat like other married men. You'll get a potbelly in no time. I won't like you anymore if you become ugly!"
"Do you like me for my good looks only?" Sheng Yize asked, a little disappointed.
"I like your money as well," An Xiaxia said honestly.
That was a hard blow to our scheming guy.
