"No need, I can do it myself."
"No way. How can I let my wife do such rough work herself?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia grabbed her clothes and said, "Don't be so sweet-talking. People who don't know would think I'm useless and can't even get dressed."
"That's different. Helping my wife get dressed is a romantic gesture."
Yang Chuxia looked at him again and found that he was still smiling. She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt that he had somehow gained an additional unique charm that belonged to men.
She wondered in her heart, 'Did I not pay attention to it before?'
"No, I'll do it myself." She thought for a moment and said, "Right, you can help me comb my hair. Didn't you want to do my hair yesterday?"
"Sure!"
After she put on her clothes, Ye Zi'an seated her in front of the dressing table and asked her, "What hairstyle do you like?"
"Do you know many?" Yang Chuxia looked at him in surprise.
