Are You My Wife?

Yu Gangan was astonished by the scene in front of her; it felt like she had entered a clothing store.

All her clothes added together, did not amount to this.

She ran downstairs with surprise and joy, "Fang Zhihan, why did you buy me so many clothes?"

The tall, strong man was seated on the living room sofa with his legs crossed and a glass in his hand. He slightly lifted his chin with a smile in his eyes, "When did I say that the clothes were for you?"

Of course, Yu Gangan knew the man was just teasing her.

She walked over to him, stared down at him and said angrily, "If it's not for me, then who did you buy it for?"

Fang Zhihan lifted his chin and looked at her. With a smile, he replied, "For my wife."

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her down, forcing her into his arms. The man was as fair as jade and his body was soft and warm. In a casual and calm manner, he asked, "Are you my wife?"