"If I can't even remember my wife's size," Yun Mo discarded the label into the trashcan, bending over. His masculine, chiseled face leaned into hers for a kiss, "then I'm really unqualified."
Seemingly addicted, he lingered at her ear and cheek, eyes closed, savoring her orchid-like breath, her quickening heartbeat, the sensation of her soft wisps of hair brushing against his cheek.
Just as she was entranced by his kiss, she pushed him away, "Enough. I need to get dressed and go home. While you were downstairs just now, I retrieved my phone from the living room. I have more than a hundred missed calls, Sisi is still waiting for me at the company."
"Let me help you get dressed," he straightened up from in front of her, adjusting the black dress in his hand.
"I know you like to keep things clean, but today we can only buy the dress and put it on. From now on, for every one of your new dresses, I will wash it by hand for you."
"We have a housemaid at home."
