She spoke with heavy breathing and winked at my husband. No wonder she had such an exotic aura. I really admired her.
My husband immediately took the bait. "Yoga is good, I have wanted to..."
He paused momentarily, glanced at my face, and changed his words. "I want to enroll my son in a hobby class. We're close."
Jennifer immediately giggled, and her well-proportioned body trembled, "Then, it depends on whether the boy is interested in my class."
My husband and son picked up their tea at the same time, disguising their embarrassment.
Especially my husband. He adjusted his sitting posture nervously, afraid of making a fool of himself.
I looked at the tea in front of me, and the dark yellow water looked greener.
Jennifer asked me, "Why don't you drink water?"
I sneered, "Sorry, I don't drink green tea."
The room instantly fell silent.
My husband glared at me and quickly found an excuse. "My wife doesn't understand tea. This is black tea, not green tea."
I laughed.
My husband didn't even recognize green tea and yet he talked about tea.
In this life, I didn't intend to let myself be wronged. I got up and left.
Neither my husband nor my son followed me.