Before, when he talked to her, he never called her 'wifey.' This time, when he called her that, she could clearly feel his seriousness and commitment, as if it wasn't just sweet talk whispered during moments of passion.
Weisheng Yueren's amused voice pulled Qinghe back to reality, "Wifey, I'll be done soon. Are you planning to wait until I come out to watch you change clothes?"
With those words, Qinghe immediately cast aside her chaotic thoughts, blushing wildly as she hastily and clumsily got dressed.
Sure enough, by the time Weisheng Yueren came out, Qinghe was already sitting there properly dressed. However, her hair was still a bit messy, which, paired with her reproachful look and slightly pouted, rosy lips, carried a different kind of charm.
Weisheng Yueren's gaze gradually deepened, his eyes lingering on her soft pink lips, feeling a tightness in his abdomen.
Clearly, it wasn't the right moment now, so Weisheng Yueren coughed lightly to cover up, "Let's go."
