"..."
Qiao Nansheng was taken aback when she saw the large expanse of snow-white skin that was exposed.
She stared at it for a long time before belatedly realizing what he meant with a soft scoff.
Qiao Nansheng quickly reached out and covered her face to hide her eyes.
Her ears turned red, and she roared angrily, "Zhou Cheng, have you no shame! Why don't you go inside before taking off your clothes?!"
She's still a virgin, what if she gets a sty from looking at me!
Zhou Cheng remained calm, unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, then turned to go to the dressing room to get his bathrobe.
Without turning his head, he replied, "It's not like I haven't seen it before, what are you ashamed of?"
Yes, although their feelings for each other weren't strong enough, they still did what they were supposed to do on their wedding night.
Although it only happened once, Zhou Cheng still remembers it to this day.
A man who has broken his vows always has a much stronger desire to do that kind of thing than a man who hasn't broken his vows.
However, it only happened once, and that was when Qiao Nansheng was drunk and incoherent.
Now that they share a room but not a bed, and can't do anything even if they do share a bed, Zhou Cheng finds it very annoying.
He could do whatever he wanted with his wife, but what he really wanted wasn't just her body, but also her heart.
As the footsteps faded into the distance, Qiao Nansheng slightly opened the fingers covering her eyes to peek at him.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Cheng seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and suddenly turned around and caught her red-handed.
Her hand trembled, and she slapped herself.
With a snap.
"..."
Ugh.
My face hurts.
"ha."
He chuckled, his sarcasm obvious. "If you want to see it, just get closer and look. There's no need to sneak around like this."
"I didn't want to see it, don't talk nonsense." She defended herself, her face under the mask turning bright red, her eyes darting around, occasionally glancing at him.
My goodness, Zhou Cheng has a great physique!
That waist is so slender; she thought of the young model she had seen on TV the last time.
Suddenly, I don't find young, pretty models appealing anymore.
Because Zhou Cheng seems to be better than that young model.
Zhou Cheng keenly sensed that Qiao Nansheng, who was covering her face, was still looking at him. He smiled slightly, noticing that her neck and ears were red, and said slowly, "If you don't want to look, turn away. If you do this, I'll think you're just saying it, but actually..."
Before he could finish speaking, the woman quickly turned around, saying, "I didn't see!"
Zhou Cheng chuckled again, said nothing more, rushed into the dressing room to get a bathrobe, and came out again a few seconds later, heading towards the bathroom.
To get past the bed directly opposite, Zhou Cheng deliberately slowed his pace and kept his eyes fixed on the bedside.
Then, as expected, Qiao Nansheng turned his head and glanced at the walk-in closet.
"Here," he said, "in the direction of the bathroom."
Qiao Nansheng turned around abruptly, her voice accusingly, "You were peeking at me!"
Her heart was pounding; she was incredibly embarrassed to have been caught red-handed.
Zhou Cheng said lazily, "How could you know I was looking at you if you weren't looking?"
"..."
Well, he has a point no matter what.
Qiao Nansheng simply shut up and stopped talking.
When the man's footsteps had faded into the distance, she muttered, "Hurry up, I need to wash my face later."
Don't wait until he comes out and the face mask has dried out.
"Together?" The man raised an eyebrow, a wicked grin on his face.
"..."
Qiao Nansheng looked up at the ceiling, pretending not to hear anything.
Zhou Cheng was quick; he came out just a few minutes after going in, and the scent of his shower gel wafted into her nose as he walked over.
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