"Fake and false, refuse!" Xu Xia lightly gasped as she pushed Leng Zirui away, "Go take a shower, the water will get cold soon."
Knowing he didn't have time to waste, Leng Zirui turned and walked into the bathroom, undressing and showering.
A moment later, when he came out wrapped in a towel, Xu Xia had already prepared his clothes, neatly laid out on the bed.
Leng Zirui glanced at the waterproof watch on his wrist, avoiding further entanglement with her as he quickly put on his clothes. Xu Xia stood aside with her face turned, and when she saw him finish putting on his pants, she walked over to help him tidy his shirt and tie.
Since they were attending a funeral, Leng Zirui had specially prepared a black suit.
"Handsome, right?!" He asked with a smile.
"Vain." Xu Xia retorted with a roll of her eyes, though she couldn't help but admit inwardly that her husband was a born clothes horse, looking good in anything he wore.
