Chapter 170: How about we get down to something practical?

Yigol took a few deep breaths and said, "Wife, that's not the point, our focus shouldn't be on this."

"Huh?" Suri was puzzled.

"Wife, we can't watch anymore, or else your husband is going to explode right here." Yigol hinted.

"If we don't watch, how do we know what they'll say later?" Suri glanced at Yigol with disdain and underestimated him. "What are you pretending for? I remember your phone having quite a few of these little videos, much more than this."

Yigol replied, "That was before. After having you as my wife, I never watched those again. Watching those is not as good as watching you."

After hearing Yigol's words, Suri glanced at him subconsciously and then shyly lowered her head.

The bashful look made the fire Yigol had just suppressed rise again.

Three minutes later, Suri whispered, "They're done. My hand... it's sore..."

"But I still need it." Yigol replied.

"That's your problem, not ours." Suri's face was so red she could drip blood.