Zack looked at me innocently, with my lingerie and underwear hanging on his other hand.
With one red and the other one white, they were not a set.
"I'll put on clothes after I finish washing this for you."
He was a muscular man with a dominant look.
And he was helping me wash my underwear!
I was about to say no.
Zack approached and encircled me in his arms. He said in a charming yet dangerous tone, "Julie, you have suffered enough by working outside to support the family. Washing clothes and cooking are my responsibilities. Don't make me feel useless!"
Zack's cooking skills were perfect.
I only needed to casually mention the name of a dish or even a type of food. Then he could cook wonderful food.
The number of likes on our short videos was increasing.
Advertisers started approaching us.
By sharing kitchen favorites alone, we could easily earn tens of thousands of dollars in advertising fees.
I sat in the living room, waiting for food, while Zack was busy in the kitchen. His broad shoulders rendered the simple white T-shirt good. His tense arm lines were full of hormones as he was flipping the pan.
He was wearing gray casual home pants. His raised buttocks were faintly visible when he walked.