Passionate Love with My Villainous Husband: Oh! He is my husband

“Wash it, Teuy,” a thick hand moved to my arm, then stroked my wrist, guiding my hand to the sink.

I held my large bowl—which I’d described as more like a basin—strangely, it seemed ten times heavier than before. I could barely lift

it… Or had all my strength vanished?

“…” I, or rather, we, helped wash that bowl.
“Scrub harder, it’ll come off.”

Crash! The large bowl fell to the floor and shattered instantly.

Luckily, it didn’t hit anyone on the feet. I pursed my slightly trembling lips. Who told him to whisper such suggestive words in my ear? (T^T) I knew he meant wiping the food scraps off the plate, but…

“Were you thinking something perverted?”

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