Watching the Master leave, Zhu Nanzhi finally began to help Lu Jin'an dress, but as she looked at her husband, not a stitch of clothing on, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.
Her husband had been seen completely by the Master...
But she didn't question anything at this moment. After all, things happened for a reason; if she threw a tantrum over something so trivial, it would surely upset her husband.
Sitting up, Lu Jin'an watched Zhu Nanzhi bend over to help him dress, her deep green hair brushing past his nose with a faint fresh scent.
As his gaze shifted downward, he curiously asked, "Wearing a chest binder?"
Although Nanzhi's scale nowadays ranked only fifth in his mind, the current size couldn't match the sweet tangerine's scale.
"Yes." Zhu Nanzhi glanced at him shyly, "Husband wasn't around."
When Lu Jin'an wasn't around, Zhu Nanzhi never dressed flamboyantly.
"Does husband want to see?" Zhu Nanzhi blinked her sky-blue eyes.
"Hmm..."
