Three Things

"Hubby, I want you to accompany me tomorrow for clothes shopping, is that alright?"

Zhuang Meifeng was 3 years older than Ling Yun, yet she was snuggling herself up in Ling Yun's arms like a little birdie while calling him her husband, completely oblivious to how sappy she sounded.

After buying the washing machine, the first thing Zhuang Meifeng had done that day was wash her dress that had been completely drenched by the storm. However, her dress was still wet and the clothes that Ling Yun had bought her for an emergency had been borrowed by Lin Menghan and Xiao Meimei. She had no clothes left to change into after she showered.

Right now, Ling Yun was truly rich, thus, he quickly responded with a resounding "Alright!"

Excited, Zhuang Meifeng leaned her curvaceous body onto Ling Yun as a shy expression crept onto her face suddenly. "Hubby, you've been working for the whole day. Let me serve you as you bathe, okay?"