Yang Chuxia was dumbfounded by his actions. Wasn’t this too rough? She realized that every time they were under the sheets, Ye Zi’an had two little quirks that often made it hard not to laugh. One was being coquettish, yes, like a child clamoring for candy, and the other was his love for tearing clothes - simple and crude. It had only been about ten days since they got married, and this was already how many clothes had been torn?
"Bastard, you’re almost tearing all my little clothes."
Ye Zi’an muttered, "Tomorrow, I’ll have our mothers make a hundred little clothes for my wife. That should be enough for tearing for three months."
"Haha..." It was really impossible not to laugh.
But as her laughter rose, she heard the sound of cloth tearing again. Her mouth twitched, and looking down, she saw that another piece had indeed been torn.
Meeting her helpless eyes, Ye Zi’an gave a silly, ingratiating smile.
Yang Chuxia helplessly rolled her eyes. Why did she feel the urge to slap him so badly?
Fortunately, Ye Zi’an didn’t give her any more time to think, as he had already started his conquest.
After all, they were young. By the time they were done, it was already dark outside.
"Don’t get up, I’ll have someone bring the food here." Ye Zi’an said as he lit a lamp in the room and saw that she was about to get out of bed.
"Have you forgotten that we still have guests at our house?" Yang Chuxia gave him a sideways glance. Since the two got married, Luo Linhao’s siblings and Mu Shaoling had stopped going to the Yang Family for meals. Only Luo Linyu would go there to sleep.
After all, they were guests. The couple had been fooling around for so long and still hadn’t shown up for dinner. It was not only impolite but also embarrassing. Even a fool could guess what they were up to. How could they not be ashamed?
"I’ll go down by myself."
"Or let’s just go down together."
As Ye Zi’an was putting on his clothes, he saw her tidying up her hair and chuckled, "Actually, there’s not much difference between going out now and going out tomorrow morning."
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia gave him a glare while holding up her comb, "It’s all your fault!"
"Alright, alright, blame me." He stepped forward and took her comb, helping her comb her hair. In the end, though, he cheekily said, "Actually, you can’t really blame me. It’s all because the wife is too charming and tempting for me to resist."
"Bah." Yang Chuxia pinched his waist, "I just realized that you really like to act smug after taking advantage of others. You’re becoming more and more shameless."
"Hehe" Ye Zi’an’s face, however, was full of triumph, "Good wife, let’s go down for dinner now. While you were sleeping earlier, I asked Auntie Li to make you some soup. Make sure to drink more later."
"What kind of soup did you ask her to make?" Yang Chuxia took a closer look at him. How could he even manage to get up and give orders while she was sleeping? That was just unscientific.