After making the bed again, Leng Yan looked at it with satisfaction, his lips curving into a pleasing arc.
Hmm, this is what a couple should be like. It looks cozy, it feels like a home.
Removing his tie, Leng Yan sat at the edge of the bed, his pupils contracting sharply at the few scattered items on the bedside table.
A red backless lace dress, a purple delicately embroidered dudou, a white-cheongsam with pink lace...
Each piece wasn't particularly exaggerated, seemingly conservative, but because of its suggestive modesty, it left room for the imagination.
Casually picking one up, he could almost imagine Wen Nuan wearing it, her graceful body coyly revealing a myriad of allure.
The smile in his eyes unwittingly spread slowly across his face.
But... why would she buy these?
From what he knew, in their marital life, the most she gave him other than comfort was shyness. Could it be his little wife suddenly changed today?
