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Realizing he had not yet wiped his bottom, he squatted back down, gritting his teeth, "Wife, you must be kidding. No matter how much you adore me, you can't choose this moment to come in..."

Su Qingyue glanced once and immediately backed out, also closing the door of the thatched house. Angrily, she cursed that petty cat a thousand times in her heart. Damn it, not reminding her not to go in while squatting in the toilet...

It's possible he told her, but she didn't hear it.

But shouldn't he bolt the door when using the toilet?

She hated him so much, she wanted to fuck his ancestors a thousand times.

Once Xiao Yuchuan saw Qingyue was gone, he continued to relax, "Son of a bitch, too much dinner, too much poop. I wanted to use the toilet last night, but I had to tend to you, my sick wife, and even held in my shit. I'm telling you, wife, you're shameless to deliberately come in at this time. Do you think my thing is not big enough? Don't worry, it's beyond standard!"