"Wait..." When Xiahou Xiyue saw someone entering the room, her bestiality arose. She quickly rolled up the quilt, rolled to the side, and shouted stop.
"What are you waiting for? Your husband can't wait any longer. Come here, my dear." Duanmu Xiu squinted, his deep black eyes seemed to have been tempered with fire, crackling and wanting to set her on fire.
"You haven't taken a shower yet." Xiahou Xiyue pursed her lips towards the bathroom.
