Fu Yisi brought the takeout upstairs and put it on the table before coming up to call for Ji Sang, just when he overheard that sentence.
Satisfied, the man laughed a bit, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and leaned against the doorframe.
"Wear that pink one."
Ji Sang was startled by the sudden voice, turned her head to look at Fu Yisi, and glared at him.
"You're always like this, making no noise when you come upstairs."
Sooner or later, she'd be frightened sick by him.
The man touched his nose and nodded very naturally, chuckling softly as he said,
"It's my fault."
With that said, he walked behind Ji Sang, wrapped his hands around her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"From now on, I won't. Okay? Wife."
Ji Sang: ....
The man's breath hotly sprayed directly on her already sensitive neck. Ji Sang pursed her lips, her ear tips reddened, and she tried to pry Fu Yisi's hands off.
"Wife? What wife? Let go of me."
