Zhao Huai held Yu Qinghan's hand as they walked down the street, a gentle breeze carried the faint orchid scent from Yu Qinghan's body, involuntarily entering the nose, making the mood pleasant.
At this time, on the official road, there were passing carriages, cargo-carrying laborers, hurried pedestrians, and numerous stores one after another, creating a lively scene.
Suddenly, Zhao Huai blinked and saw under Yu Qinghan's thin gauze shirt, the outline of a koi fish swimming among blue lotuses, wrapping and curving smoothly, making it form-fitting and showcasing the figure perfectly.
He glanced quickly and casually remarked:
"Madam seems to like this style of underwear, it looks suitable for you too. Why don't we buy a few more?"
Yu Qinghan lowered her head and looked down, smiling slightly: "It's because my husband has good taste. This is enough, buying more would just be a waste of money, wouldn't it?"
