Walking closer, Yao Zhi noticed a small piece of fabric in his hand. When she realized what it was, her face instantly reddened. Without thinking, she reached out and snatched her panties away.
Startled, Fu Chen'an raised his head and asked, "Wife, what are you doing?"
Hiding the panties behind her back, Yao Zhi stammered, "Y-you… what are you doing?"
"I'm washing our clothes. What's wrong?" Fu Chen'an replied, confused.
Meeting his innocent gaze, Yao Zhi looked away and said, "You don't need to wash my undergarments. I can wash them myself."
"I didn't—"
Before he could finish, Yao Zhi quickly gathered all the panties from the pile and said, "These are my undergarments."
Fu Chen'an froze. He stared at the small, soft fabric in her hands. He had thought they were handkerchiefs. Now, knowing what they were, the image of his wife's body covered by such delicate cloth appeared in his mind.
Just thinking about it made his blood boil. The next moment, he felt heat rush to his nose.
