Lin Nan accompanied Lin Xia in eating a piece of bread outside and then returned to the bedroom.
She naturally took off her pajamas and slid under the covers.
Qin Feng stared wide-eyed, nearly having a nosebleed.
He grumbled to Lin Nan, "Miss, there's a man present; could you pay a bit more attention to your image?"
Lin Nan, holding her phone, nonchalantly replied, "What's there to pay attention to? It's not like you haven't seen it before! Besides, you're my husband. Do I need to cover up in front of you?"
She made such a valid point that Qin Feng was left speechless, staring at her in disbelief.
He finally managed to refine the gas in his stomach and lay beside Lin Nan, saying, "Xiaonan, you should cook tomorrow! Xiaoxia isn't cooking; she's making poison!"
Lin Nan laughed and put down her phone, "Serves you right; who told you to pamper her so much! Clearly, it's inedible; why did you eat it?"
