"You're the apple of my eye; of course I won't let you be wronged!" Carla said some cheesy words to comfort her, "You're pregnant with my godson, how can I let you wash dishes?"
So, naturally, Carla had to wash the dishes.
Eva couldn't argue with her, smiling, she got up and went upstairs: "Carla, I'm going to change clothes."
"Okay." Carla replied, "Once you're dressed and come downstairs, I'll have the durian ready. After you eat, we'll go to the party."
"Alright." Eva went upstairs.
She entered the washroom, freshened up a bit, and then picked a purple long dress from the wardrobe, also taking a jacket.
She usually likes wearing pleated skirts, the short kind, but he doesn't seem to like them much. He always pulls her onto his lap, pats her little butt, and commands: "Wife, don't wear so little; your legs are only for your man to see."
She would blush every time.
Okay, okay, okay!
I won't wear them. Can I wear a long dress when going out?
Legs only for him to see!
