"Hot, do you understand what I mean?"
Suri Drew was speechless and looked at him disgustedly, "Husband, you're really disgusting. It's clearly you who's very... you know, and yet you have the nerve to criticize me, tsk tsk tsk... Indeed, you're just a shameless bastard."
Yigol Novak shook his head helplessly. It seemed like he couldn't get rid of the "shameless" label.
"Wife, when I ask if you like flowers, I'm not planning to buy them. Bought flowers are useless, they wither before you can properly appreciate them. But we can plant some, huh? What flowers do you like? We can plant them in the villa's garden when we move into our marital home. A courtyard full of flowers you like, doesn't that sound beautiful?"
Speaking of the marital home, Yigol Novak just remembered he hadn't asked about the progress, so he hurriedly asked, "Wife, how's the marital home you envisioned coming along?"
Suri answered indifferently, "I haven't started yet."