Lin Xiuqing lay on her stomach and rubbed her aching waist. That bastard had kept gripping it from behind until a whole patch had turned red.
"Look at you. You sprayed milk all over the mat, little spots everywhere. You can wipe it up later."
Ye Yaodong lay there without moving.
"Who knew a few casual squeezes would make it spray out like that? Didn't my daughter drain you this afternoon? No wonder her arms look like lotus roots. With such good food, no wonder she's growing so well. Besides, are you sure it's only milk?"
"If it isn't milk, what else could it be?" As soon as Lin Xiuqing said that, her hands froze midway through getting dressed. Then she lunged at him again, hitting him in mortified fury.
"Ow, ow! You've only just finished enjoying yourself, and now you're trying to murder your own husband?"
"Shut up!"
Lin Xiuqing pinched his arm hard twice more before getting up to finish dressing, shooting him daggerlike looks the whole time.
Ye Yaodong rested both hands behind his head, grinning like a cat that had stolen a taste of fish. "I didn't say anything. Why are you so worked up? We've been married for years..."
"Nobody will think you're mute if you keep quiet. Watch our daughter. Don't let her fall off the bed. I'm going to cook."
She glared at him, gathered up the banknotes scattered across the bed, and casually put them in the drawer and locked it.
It was already very late. She was in a hurry to cook and had no time to sort the money, so she stuffed it all in together.
But not long after going out, she came back with a rag and threw it onto the bed. "Wipe the mat clean!"
"You woman,