"Do you know that I don't like seeing you in white clothes the most?" She frowned.
"Why?" He was puzzled.
She sighed deeply, with regret on her face, "Every time I see you, your white clothes are as white as snow, your figure is elegant, your eyebrows are like green mountains, your eyes are like stars in the moon, your skin is like jade, and your lips are as thin as cherry blossoms. Yes, I am praising you for your beauty. But my husband, you are so spotless and flawless, I dare not be so presumptuous and frivolous as to touch you. Tsk, it's really a pity."
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