"Stop talking."
Xia Yumo completely gave up and covered her face with her hands.
Gu Junhang looked at her blushing cheeks and joked:
"What's there to be shy about? I'm your husband, what's the big deal about washing these things?"
"Stop talking and get out."
Xia Yumo pushed Gu Junhang forcefully with her hands.
"Alright, alright, I'll go."
Gu Junhang gave Xia Yumo a helpless look, afraid that she might catch a cold. He didn't tease her, and closed the door for her as he left the dressing room.
Xia Yumo sat in the dressing room, looking at the neatly arranged clothes that belonged to her.
Intimate clothing, formal wear, casual wear, and home clothes of various styles were all prepared, and all were her favorite style.
Without asking, she knew that these were carefully prepared by Gu Junhang.
She knew that he was cold and aloof, but also very detail-oriented.
But she never thought that his attentiveness would extend to her.