After Wen Nuan finished her bath, she saw the bedroom had been completely transformed.
The pillowcases, duvet cover, and sheets had all been changed to new ones, neatly arranged, and beside the bed were clothes Fu Mingyu had picked out for her.
From the knee-length woolen skirt, paired with leggings, to the intimate wear and socks, they were stacked like a small tower, ready to be worn in order.
Imagining the high and cold playboy Fu Mingyu doing these things like a good man at home, Wen Nuan felt that even the air was filled with warmth.
"Come over quickly, let me dry your hair..."
At the dressing table, Fu Mingyu took a hairdryer from the cabinet and beckoned Wen Nuan to sit down.
Obediently sitting down, while applying skincare products and letting Fu Mingyu dry her hair, Wen Nuan couldn't help but gaze at the man concentrated in the mirror.
"Hubby, I can handle these little things myself."
