Ming Ge tilted her head pleasingly and leaned against the man's shoulder. Sniffing, she suddenly said, "Baby, your clothes seem to smell like alcohol."
Gong Yeyan frowned slightly, "It's from last night."
He had a mild case of obsession with cleanliness; wearing the clothes that reeked of overnight alcohol was uncomfortable.
But, under the circumstances just now...
His little wife had even come up with the idea of him hiding under the bed, in the wardrobe, or on the beams. It was impossible not to wear these clothes.
Now, reminded by Ming Ge, he started to feel repelled by it as well.
"But what can we do, there are no men's clothes at my home... Oh, that's wrong, my dad's clothes would fit you!" Ming Ge's smile was sly and mischievous, "Even if my husband wears middle-aged men's fashion, he would still be the handsomest uncle~"
Gong Yeyan: "…"
"Uncle?" Gong Yeyan narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Do I look old?"
