When Huang Qianggang walked into the living room carrying a bag of fruit, he only saw Bai Ran mopping the floor in front of the sofa with an absorbent mop.
Bai Ran was wearing a conservative, full-length nightgown that covered her from neck to ankle, showing no skin except for her face. Her long hair was piled on top of her head and held with a pink lace butterfly hairpin, giving her a gentle and graceful air.
Huang Qianggang gazed at her mature, alluring figure, his eyes full of love. It must be because we have a guest that Ranran is dressed so conservatively.
Such a virtuous wife, what more could a husband ask for! Huang Qianggang sighed inwardly and strode over. "Ranran, I'm back."
"Mm, hubby, have you eaten?" Bai Ran looked up at him, her gaze as gentle as water, yet she seemed completely detached.
