It was exactly 5:30 when Weijun got home and straight away, he went in search of his wife. He had something very important to discuss with her. When he entered the bedroom, Liwu was just stepping out of the bathroom, a dumpling patterned towel was wrapped over her body, falling just below her knees. Her skin was glowing with lavender oil and little drops of water, her hair was falling to her back, tangled in messy waves.
She looked effortlessly beautiful.
He could not help comparing her to Manman who was always wearing the perfect make-up. Come to think of it, he had never seen her bare face or messy hair. The idea of Liwu being a natural beauty skirted through his mind, in Manman's voice.
A hair towel fell onto his head, "Stop staring Sweet Rose, unless you want me to drop the towel. However you were about to drool so, I take it that you like what you see."
