The Shirts

Arriving from a long and tiring day of fighting Anton Yeong. Lu Fang took off his clothes and went to get changed. When he realized something was wrong, he came looking for the only culprit, his wife. 

"Babe, are you wearing my shirts again? Or did you have all of them washed?" 

Andrea frowned. They were always together. There hasn't been yet a time where she came back to the hotel before him. What was about his shirts this time? He already knew she wears them to sleep.

"No about laundry, but wearing your shirt? I love wearing your shirt. What's so wrong with that? I've been wearing them since the day we met at the Starlight Tower!"

"Hmmmm… Good memory, babe... I guess you will have to stare at my bare chest tonight!"

"Pfft! Only the chest? What about lower to the chest? Somewhere lower to your stomach?"

They both laughed before the man could add, "Don't mind sleeping naked so long as I have the blanket all to myself."