"Hehe, if you're not afraid of having your claws chopped off, then go ahead and try it." Yang Chuxia gave him a sideways glance.
"Hehe," Ye Zi'an leaned in again and said, "Actually, compared to having my claws chopped off, I prefer having them tied up."
He remembered that time when he was drenched in wine, and his wife slowly sipped it up. That feeling was simply electrifying.
"Wife, I beg for bullying, for mistreatment, for kidnapping!"
"Haha..." Yang Chuxia laughed and patted him, "You're something else, you know that."
Yang Chuxia chuckled, shook her head, and walked out. Ye Zi'an quickly followed behind, "Wife, how about a night of passionate sparks?"
"In your dreams." Yang Chuxia playfully scolded him with a glance, "You're such a lecher, always thinking about those things."
"Every man would think about the pleasures of marriage," Ye Zi'an pouted and said, "There's nothing wrong with me. Not wanting it would be the real problem."
