Jian Yufei didn't give it much thought, only feeling that he was too domineering. Couldn't he just walk a few steps to get it himself?
Her hesitation wears down Ruan Tianling's patience.
"I told you to bring it here! What are you dawdling for?"
Jian Yufei leisurely pushed open the door and walked in, her eyes lowered. After all, they were husband and wife; she had nothing to feel awkward about.
She moved in front of him by feel and extended her hand to him, "Here you go."
A large, wet hand reached out, not to take the underwear from her hand, but to grip her wrist instead.
The sensation of wet heat on her wrist made her heart leap, and she instinctively raised her eyes to look at him, colliding with his half-lowered eyes.
His gaze was deep, bearing a hint of unusual color.
Jian Yufei inwardly cursed her bad luck. She wanted to struggle, but he had already clasped her wrist tightly, pulling her body towards him.
Her nose abruptly collided with his firm chest.