After Wong Qifu changed her clothes, Xu Ke was still somewhat disappointed.
Thinking back to her pristine, snow-white body, Xu Ke truly felt he had feasted his eyes. The Creator's meticulously sculpted work was a natural masterpiece. For the first time, he profoundly understood the meaning of "majestic peaks and perilous cliffs." He clearly knew just how long Wong Qifu's jade-like legs were and how proudly they displayed the perfect golden ratio. He also realized for the first time what flawless, even cold-to-the-touch, snowy skin was like... But he still felt a bit disappointed.
"Do you have any common sense?" Wong Qifu, holding the clothes she had just taken off, threw them in Xu Ke's face. It was the umpteenth time that morning he'd made her laugh in exasperation.
"Why are you still so buttoned-up at home?" Xu Ke murmured, pulling at the clothes still carrying Wong Qifu's residual warmth and subtle fragrance.
