Sun Zhe comfortably lay in bed, hands crossed behind his head, watching Su Nanzhi who was standing in front of the wardrobe picking out stockings, and instructed: "Nanzhi, remember to choose those that are very thin."
"Of course, glossy ones are best."
Upon hearing this, Su Nanzhi glanced back at him sharply and said coquettishly: "You men are good for nothing, thinking only about these things all day."
Facing Su Nanzhi's mockery, Sun Zhe was unfazed, chuckling: "When you were playing with my abs, you didn't say that."
"Tch, who cares about your few abs?"
Sun Zhe's face darkened: "Woman, if you keep this attitude, you'll be crying later, let me tell you."
Su Nanzhi lifted her hand, casually brushing her fragrant hair, coolly said: "Am I supposed to be afraid of you?"
"Alright then, when your sister is foaming at the mouth later, don't beg me for mercy."
"..."
...
A fierce battle continued until midday before declaring its end.
