This quip was directed at Lele, who nodded in agreement, "Daddy isn't shy at all."
"Did you hear that? Your own son is making fun of you."
"Hehe, they're just little brats. When they have wives, they'll probably be even worse than me," Ye Zi'an didn't feel embarrassed in the slightest.
Yang Chuxia gave him an annoyed look, "From the sound of it, I think I can let go."
"Don't, my dear wife, I've lost a bit too much blood, lying in bed for so long has made me dizzy, and if, just if you let go and I can't stand steady and fall and get hurt, it would still be you who'd feel heartbroken."
Ye Zi'an's words flowed way too smoothly, as if he had rehearsed them countless times in his mind.
The washbasin had been prepared by Yang Chuxia early in the morning in the next room, anticipating that he would need it later.
"Wife, help me take off my trousers," Ye Zi'an said with a cheeky grin once they reached the room.