Liu Zhizhong shook his head, starting the car from the roadside lawn while saying, "Ah, my own wife, can't look at her. Just think, all these years, have I ever really looked at you..."
"Shut up, don't talk!"
"Look, can't even talk... Ah..."
"Just don't say it! You disgust me..."
"Ah..."
"..."
Mouthing off at each other, the couple were on their way back to town.
Liu Zhizhong was telling the truth, since the first night of their wedding in the bridal chamber, he hadn't seriously looked at his own wife, ah...
Now thinking back, how regretful is it?
Not to mention, Zhao Yan's coldness, making him feel no different than doing things with a corpse.
He did fantasize, when Zhao Yan was with her besties, what kind of state would she be in?
When the car reached the city, Liu Zhizhong said, "Wife, where to? I'll take you home?"
"No need for you to drive me! Stop here, I'll take a taxi!"
"But you don't have a phone, no change."
"I..."
Zhao Yan felt a bit deflated, really!
