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Xiao Yuchuan waited impatiently, but his wife didn't respond, "Damn it, wife, you could at least hum if you're mute... Do you want me to do something or not?"

He patiently waited a bit longer, "You can stop pretending, you didn't even go to second brother's quilt, but you crawled into mine on purpose. I know what you're thinking, my dear."

Seeing her still ignoring him, he impatiently reached over to her waist, "Dead Su Qingyue, do you really want me to take the initiative? Wife, your waist is so thin, it's almost broken."

His voice had a hint of heartache, "Wife, you're so skinny... I must fatten you up tomorrow... "

He hesitantly withdrew his hand, stammering after a while, "Wife, I don't know if fattening you up will make you more suitable for me? Just to add a bit of weight to the scale would be nice, so you don't get blown away like a feather."