Ye Fei was tidying up and tilted her head to look at him: "Why?"
"Having a wife at home makes the whole house feel good," Zhao Gushen said. "When I used to live alone, home was just a place to sleep; it didn't feel like a home. It was empty and lacked warmth."
"Now, there are the sounds of Xiao Mo playing and the sound of you cooking." Zhao Gushen slowly walked toward Ye Fei, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "Having you all here makes me feel particularly satisfied."
Only then did he feel that his life was complete.
Ye Fei's ears were flushed red, his warm breath spreading over her neck as he spoke.
Her hair stood on end with a tingling sensation.
"Who is your wife?" Ye Fei mumbled, her ears reddening.
Zhao Gushen's soft, magnetic laugh echoed in Ye Fei's ear.
Ye Fei's ears twitched as she remembered that Zhao Gushen had mentioned it last night.
His deliberately lowered and slightly hoarse voice was unquestionably seductive.
