This sheer garment on her body might as well be nothing at all, yet it strategically covers important areas, appearing tantalizingly elusive.
Lan Xin Ai's figure had grown more voluptuous compared to before, yet her slender waist remained perfect; just one glance made Xi Yemo's blood boil.
Lan Xin Ai's mind went blank under his gaze, and words slipped out: "Do I look good?"
As soon as she said it, she regretted it, wishing she could bury her head in the sand. What kind of question was that?
"Wifey, I'm here."
"Ah."
Lan Xin Ai slightly tilted her head, her face flush red, her hands clinging to Xi Yemo's shoulders.
"Might as well not wear it."
The next second, the man tore the sheer garment off the petite woman in one swift motion.
Lan Xin Ai: "..."
Who was it who insisted she wear it? He did the same thing now as before; the moment she put it on, he ripped it off.
