After speaking, Jiang Yixiu realized he'd let something slip, covered his mouth, and chuckled, "Hehe! I'm going to change clothes. Don't come in with me..."
Song Song wrinkled her nose, "Who wants to follow you in? Go quickly, I'll give you five minutes… Wait, three minutes!"
Honestly, she was really anxious now. If Jiang Yixiu didn't change clothes before going with her, she wouldn't mind his bloody surgical gown—
When Jiang Yixiu came out again, it was already ten minutes later, and Song Song scolded him, "Are you a girl? Changing clothes took you so long..."
"Little Cutie, your words are getting sharper. It's all probably because Old Xiao keeps washing your mouth out whenever he gets a chance. Once I see him, I'll definitely have a word with him, he can't keep doing that. Otherwise, if both spouses have sharp tongues, it can't be good!"
