Yang PeiMin finished getting dressed, ran her fingers through her hair as a makeshift comb, and then casually tied it back with a rubber band. While doing so, she asked him, "Who lives next door? Are they all comrades with military wives?"
Shen Yiguang had already gotten up, intending to change out of his sweat-soaked clothes as per her suggestion. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, yet his gaze remained fixed on her. Yang PeiMin had just woken up and looked particularly enchanting, her cheeks flushed and her eyes slightly bleary. Her casual way of tying up her hair and the stark contrast between her fair hands and her dark hair were dazzling. His wife's skin seemed even fairer and more lustrous than it had a few months ago. The ease with which she fixed her hair was filled with a woman's unique charm.
