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Compared to Zhang Shanni's excessive nervousness, Xie Jingchen took a mandarin duck bath with his little wife after she prepared the bathwater.
As for the content, haha.
Xie Jingchen held his little wife's slender waist, looking down as his wife carefully put on Rong Wei's uniform and fastened each button. Her little face was still somewhat dark, but it had lightened considerably compared to the dark hue when he first met her.
Through that subtle darkness, the features of his little wife in his eyes were delicate and enticing.
"Wife, after I leave, it's better to keep your face like this," Xie Jingchen said, his large hand caressing her small face, the touch soft and not as rough as he imagined, quite the opposite—soft, warm, and fragrant.
"What are you being silly about?" Zhang Shanni chided him in a soft, mellow tone, thinking there was nothing good about her dusky face.
