"It's not even dark yet, is it okay to do this now?"
"Ye Zi'an, why are you being so difficult today? It's not like you to dither like this!" Yang Chuxia, discontented, fiddled with his collar and thought to herself; she had taken the initiative today, what's with his sudden shyness? Was it appropriate? Besides, they hadn't been intimate for many days, so why was Ye Zi'an beating around the bush?
"Hehe, my wife." Ye Zi'an hugged her back, "Today, Mu Shaoling and Dongyang are coming over to our house. Shouldn't we be good hosts and treat them well? If we take too long, wouldn't it be impolite?"
"Hmm~" Yang Chuxia thought about it, and it seemed to make sense, so she nodded and said, "You have a point, so I'll let you off for now. I'll deal with you tonight, you devil. I'll go check the kitchen first."
After Yang Chuxia left, Ye Zi'an wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face showing a trace of gloom.
