Your Beauty Doesn’t Attract Me

Zac's hand slowly swam down and returned to her flat abdomen. "You do not look like a mother who has given birth to three children." Her figure was as slim as a girl's, and her slim waist was as soft as willows.

"Thanks to the good gene and postpartum yoga." Raising her eyebrows complacently, Hazel changed her tone and said, "If I don't recover well and my body is bloated, and my belly is round with loose fat and pregnant marks, will you hate me?"

"Maybe." Zac held the back of his head with ten fingers intertwined. "If you want to deformed your body, I have to consider changing my wife. Anyway, I have a way to control my hidden disease now. I don't need to worry about being a monk after leaving you."

Before he finished his words, Hazel's beautiful eyebrows twisted into a ball. Men were indeed the same, superficial and lustful.