"What the heck are these clothes? The women's are okay, with animal skin made into diagonal shawls and short skirts; they basically cover what should be covered, but the men—"
But Mr. Sheng seemed to quite like them, as if wearing a simple waist belt woven from soft plant vines counted as being dressed, not to mention how cold it was, let alone that the simple hemp vine cape couldn't fully cover her husband's impressive parts. What was that about?
Therefore, Ye Shu layered everything she could on him, wrapping Mr. Sheng so tightly that not a breeze could get through, before she clapped her hands, barely satisfied.
Sheng Shaochen coughed twice, "Mrs. Sheng, as a modern human being, why are you so conservative? This vine outfit, it must weigh dozens of pounds, right?"
