Chapter 1272: He Thinks I Don’t Dare?

A certain person, sprawled out like a lord, continues to grumble with various complaints."Too light, you can use a bit more force."

"Scarlett Yates, did you skip breakfast this morning, or what’s the deal? You have no strength in your hands at all. How do you expect to get it clean this way?"

"Too heavy. Are you wiping a body or scraping off skin? Did you use all your strength from suckling? Does anyone bring personal feelings into a job like this? If you were my employee, I’d have fired you ages ago."

"I said it was too heavy, can’t you ease up just a tiny bit? Suddenly it’s all soft and limp, without half an ounce of strength. What’s going on?"

"You should have studied nursing, can’t even handle this small task. I’m seriously doubting you’ll ever get your diploma."

Enough is enough, no more enduring.

Scarlett Yates, swiping away with sweat on her forehead, kept listening to his endless complaints. She took several deep breaths, and then this last swipe truly did use all her suckling strength, smacking down hard and rubbing even harder...

The certain person, eyes closed, furrowed his brows, face turning two shades paler from pain, gasping, opening his eyes, gritting his teeth: "Scarlett Yates!"

Now, it really did feel like scraping skin.

Scarlett Yates wore an innocent face: "You said I had no strength just now, so I was using the force level you prefer. What, are you still dissatisfied?"

Matthew Saxon’s eyes blazed, glaring at her as if ready to devour her, and suddenly, he laughed: "Satisfied, very satisfied, continue."

This laugh made Scarlett Yates feel like he was plotting something dubious, clearly up to no good.

Upper body was done; next comes the lower body.

Matthew Saxon looked at her with a mischievous smile: "What are you frozen there for, not continuing? You saw it too, I’m not moving very well right now, otherwise, I’d do it myself."

Take off just take off, does he think she wouldn’t dare?

He’s her husband, if she can’t bring herself to take off her own husband’s pants, she’d be really quite disgraceful.

Scarlett Yates, provoked by his slightly teasing and mocking gaze, flung the cloth in her hand and her ten slender jade fingers landed on his waistband.

Matthew Saxon lowered his head, Peach Blossom Eyes full of laughter, eyeing her with a look full of taunting, as if saying: Go on, coward.

How could she tolerate such contempt!

Their gazes locked for a moment, Scarlett Yates bit her lip, used her strength, and pulled his pants down.

She heard a light chuckle beside her, coming from the head of this annoying man above her.

He laughed and said: "Scarlett Yates, why does your expression look like you’re heading to your doom; let me guess, could it be you’ve never been touched by a man until now?"

"None of your business!" she growled, her face red.

He curled his lips: "Of course it’s my business. I’m wondering, since we’re so in love, why I can bear not touching you for so long. Could it be your figure is too lousy, making people lose interest at first sight?"

He really excelled at being verbally poisonous.

Scarlett Yates exerted her strength again, and the pants were completely pulled off.

She looked up, lips curling, revealing a sinister smile: "No, it’s you who has a physical problem."

"Oh? What problem do I have?" he smirked in a cheeky way.

"What do you think." Scarlett Yates unconsciously glanced at a certain place, then sighed, "I didn’t initially want to bring it up, fearing it’d hurt your self-esteem, but since you’re so keen to know, I don’t have anything to hold back."