The lighting created a strong ambience, highlighting Cheng Yanqing's nearly flawless, well-muscled physique.
An even more tantalizing sight in person.
Shen Lan draped her arm around Cheng Yanqing's waist, eagerly taking in the scent of his shower gel. "When did you buy these lights?"
"They're pretty nice. Where did you learn all this?"
Deep down, Shen Lan knew that Cheng Yanqing would have no idea about such things on his own.
Someone must have taught him.
Indeed, Shen Lan's intuition was correct. Cheng Yanqing gave her a tight hug and hastily explained, "I knew I married a smart woman."
Shen Lan huffed in response.
Cheng Yanqing reassured her with a smile, "Don't worry, a male friend taught me, not a female one."
Cheng Yanqing's greatest fear was being misunderstood and having Shen Lan leave him because of it.
He dreaded becoming a man no one wanted.
