Mu Anhan's few words of love were very simple, yet reasonable.
A daughter grows up, and when a father wants to hold her, she won't let him anymore.
A wife is different; the older you get, the more you want to hold her, as it feels warmer and the love lasts longer.
Gu Xiaozhan placed her on the sofa, then took off his suit jacket and draped it over her.
She had no idea that the backless dress she was wearing revealed snowy skin that drove men wild at the Gu Family Manor.
"Thank you, husband, I'm a bit cold." Mu Anhan obediently put on his clothes.
Gu Xiaozhan strode out of the bedroom, while Tang Haolang outside bent over in a bow: "Mr. Gu..."
"Go in!" Gu Xiaozhan nodded.
"Right away!" Tang Haolang entered, set down the medical box, and respectfully asked, "Madam, where are you injured?"
"My knee is scraped." Mu Anhan said, as Tang Haolang had already crouched down but dared not lift her dress.
