Olivia glanced sidelong.
Her husband was a warrior-class hero, whose physical condition had surpassed that of an ordinary person.
One could only say he was somewhat more formidable than the husbands mentioned by the other ladies.
Who would dare use the term "always" to describe it?
Young and tender.
She only thought that Rebecca was looking out for her young husband's face.
"Hmph, it seems you really like him, you even take care of his face when we're together, I'm getting a bit jealous," Olivia said, feigning anger.
Rebecca seriously said, "What I'm saying is true."
"That must be from your tossing and turning all night, no wonder he looks all thin," Olivia said, pinching her buttocks.
Rebecca dodged by swaying her waist, "You're the one, you're becoming more and more like those ladies, always talking about these matters."
"You're the one!"
The two women frolicked in the room for a while.
Fang Hao's voice came from outside the door.