Ran Yu: "..."
Wang Ma: "..."
Lu Ziheng frowned, his expression stern, "You're still a student. It's better if you dress simply and comfortably. Is it convenient to do anything with your skirt so short? And it's so cold now, why are you wearing a skirt? Don't dress like this tomorrow..."
"Shut up!" Ran Yu couldn't hold back anymore, cutting him off directly, "I'll wear whatever I want, it's none of your business!"
"I'm your husband, how is it not my business?"
"Even if you're my husband, it's still none of your business. The clothes are on my body, what does it have to do with you?"
"Aren't you dressing up for me to see?" Lu Ziheng shamelessly said something especially cheeky.
Ran Yu: "..."
"Besides, isn't your body for me to... hmm."
Ran Yu promptly stretched out her hand and covered his mouth.
To the side, Wang Ma snickered and quickly left with the soup.
