Shang Jianghan laughed when he heard his wife's petulant complaint.
"What's wrong today, since when have you become so finicky?"
Shen Chaoxi turned over to give the man her back, her voice indignant, "How am I being finicky? It's you who smells like some woman's perfume, if you've done something wrong, you'd better hope I don't find evidence, otherwise..."
Behind her, there was clearly a moment of stillness, and Shang Jianghan's movement stopped.
"What are you imagining? Am I that kind of person?"
Shen Chaoxi turned her head, glancing at the man for a few seconds, her gaze ambiguous.
"Don't touch me tonight, I don't want to deal with you!" her voice carried a childlike petulance.
At this moment, Shang Jianghan realized Shen Chaoxi was truly angry, and he rolled over to peek at her.