Qin Ruan really liked the dress she was wearing.
She looked at it from this angle and that, and finally decided: "This is the one, I'm too lazy to pick another."
Huo Yunjiao smiled and said, "Good."
His gaze moved away from Qin Ruan.
His eyes were now fixed on the tablet screen in his hand, but in his mind, he was chanting the Diamond Sutra.
Having such a beautiful and charming wife at home, he could never tire of looking at her day and night.
Unfortunately, seeing her every day could also wear him out.
Catching Qin Ruan out of the corner of his eyes as she went back to the dressing room, Huo Yunjiao, massaged his brow and sighed quietly.
For the past thirty years, he had been living a life of abstinence from worldly desires.
Yet, suddenly this lovable young girl emerged, challenging his restraint at every moment.
After a few minutes, Qin Ruan came out, dressed in her previous clothes.
She left the dress in the cloakroom, for convenience when she wears it tomorrow.
