Bo Jinyu was rarely attended to so thoughtfully by his sweet wife.
The corners of his lips curled behind his ears, and his eyes shone like crescent moons as he cooperatively let Anran dress him.
Bo Jinyu reached out and gently cupped her small face, his lips approached hers as he whispered in her ear in a low, magnetic voice, "My lady, thank you!"
"I'll help you change clothes in the future," Ye Anran said, lifting her head seriously.
"That's too tiring."
"Not tiring at all. In fact, women are willing to do anything for men, but it has to be based on mutual love. If you were using your male authority to make me change your clothes or shoes, I definitely wouldn't do it, but if it's something I'm willing to do myself, it's different."
As a modern woman, Ye Anran certainly didn't like marrying a man who was a chauvinist.
However, it was clear that Bo Jinyu was not that kind of man.
The couple walked down the stairs hand in hand, chatting and laughing along the way.
