Zhao Changhe laughed: "So your first reaction after going berserk is to hit me, ignoring the fact that someone else is attacking you? Turns out you really want to murder your husband."
Piaomiao tilted her head and said: "I've already given myself to you, what more do you want?"
"Have you?" Zhao Changhe tightened his grip on her waist: "I don't think I've used this body yet..."
Piaomiao quietly stepped on his toes and twisted hard, her voice seemed to squeeze out from between her teeth: "Yangyang is still bathing in the back, can't you show some decency?"
Zhao Changhe, with his thick skin, didn't care about her stepping on him, and tightened his right arm around her waist, making Piaomiao instinctively lean into his embrace.
As Zhao Changhe slowly lowered his head to find her lips, Piaomiao's eyelashes fluttered slightly, yet she obediently closed her eyes.
After all, Yangyang isn't someone else...
