Mo Jingshen, Are You Three Years Old?!

"Aren't we headed to the evening party? What are you doing?" Ji Nuan's body instantly went on alert. By the time she turned back fully, he had locked the spare bedroom door. She couldn't help but say: "You… you're not going to the party anymore?"

"I'm going to wear it for you to see." The expensive tie was carelessly tossed onto the ground. He then unhurriedly began to unbutton his shirt.

"To save you from yearning for it everyday."

Ji Nuan: "…"

It was true that it had crossed her mind. After all, Mo Jingshen's outfits were typically quite ordinary. He was either dressed as a serious and strict CEO, or in a set of clean and comfortable homewear. It was rare for him to be styled intentionally. Even though it was for the photoshoot, his outfit had really been astonishing. At the time, she had been filled with regret at the thought that he would never wear such an outfit again.

To think that he had even noticed her regret.