C1312 Don't Curse My Husband

Sheng Xifang placed her on the bed, lowered his head and kissed her on the lips before going to the bathroom to take a shower.

Not long after, he wrapped himself in a towel and came out after wiping his hair.

Zhao Chumian lazily leaned against the bed and spread her hands.

He walked to the bedside and hugged his waist with both hands. Her delicate and boneless hands lit a fire on his waist