The woman watched the two of them walk away, then turned to look at her own man again, and suddenly found him an eyesore no matter how she looked.
That handsome guy just now was right—her man really was a macho chauvinist. He comes home and sprawls on the bed, doesn't do a thing, and all he ever says is, "I'm already dead tired from work outside, I still have to do chores when I come back?"
As if she doesn't work outside too.
Everyone has a job, so why is it that when she gets home she still has to do housework, and he gets to just lie down and sleep?
She snorted, flung off the man's hand, and turned away.
The man's face was full of anger.
"Hey, don't listen to his nonsense, he's just talking crap."
"Move away, don't touch me."
"Seriously, look—he's just a pretty boy, that's why he said all that on purpose."
