It wasn't so much the sound of fabric ripping as it was the crisp, successive pops of threads snapping.
Zhu Yun stared down, unable to process what had happened. Her soft little belly had popped out, forming an audacious round pouch. A wide expanse of her beautiful, snow-white waistline—and her white...—was exposed to the man beside her.
Chu Shenyu could barely contain his smile. He brought a fist to his mouth and let out a few restrained, forceful coughs. "Good thing we got sidetracked just now. Otherwise, if this happened on the street, wouldn't I have had to go shirtless to protect my wife's honor and end up looking like a street performer's monkey?"
Zhu Yun ground her teeth. "So I'm the monkey in this scenario?"
She stood up as she spoke, patting her belly and declaring petulantly, "I'm only having porridge for lunch and fruit for dinner! If I don't get rid of this paunch, I swear I'm not fit to be human!"
