"You were so close to Hai Ling'er before, I can hardly believe you never touched her. Men are always weak against young girls."
Cheng Yanzhi felt helpless toward this little Jealous one. Did she pick up this habit from him?
He said, "I never touched her. Does saying this ease your mind?"
Xia Yunsheng looked into his eyes, as if trying to discern the truth in his words.
Cheng Yanzhi reached out and pulled her into his arms. "Why don't my dear wife personally verify it?"
"..."
He led her hand to undo the buttons on his shirt. He had showered the night before and was wearing a button-up. Guided by him, Xia Yunsheng's hand unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his sharply defined torso.
Men are always weak against women's bodies, and women are no exception.
Seeing him like this, Xia Yunsheng's face flushed, and some chaotic, disorderly images flashed through her mind.
She and Cheng Yanzhi… it seemed like it had been a while since they'd shared any intimacy.
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