"Phooey, shameless rascal, stop your nonsense. I'm getting up now."
Having said this, she side-stepped Ye Zi'an, intending to go behind the screen to change her clothes, but he grabbed her wrist, preventing her from doing so. She was still wearing her sleeping garments, after all.
"Since my wife already calls me a lecher, I have to keep in character. So please just change your clothes right here."
Yang Chuxia raised an eyebrow, "Really, are you sure?"
"Of course, I'm sure."
Seeing his serious expression, Yang Chuxia swept her gaze over him, narrowed her eyes, then slowly began removing each garment one by one while facing away from him.
Her smooth back, slender waist, and long, white legs were too much for Ye Zi'an to handle. He got off the bed and embraced her from behind, whispering, "Wifey, you're deliberately tempting me."
"Bah, isn't that what you asked for?" Yang Chuxia giggled and glanced back at him, "Can't you resist?"
"Hehe, it's still early, so why don't we...?"