By now, Muchen Xi had changed into homewear, wearing a beige short-sleeved shirt with light camel-colored cotton lounge pants, and his usually impeccable black hair was messily scattered. The usually haughty and strong aura had subsided quite a bit, making him appear more approachable and gentle.
First, he went to the kitchen to clean up the broken dishes and bowls. Then, he went to the shoe cabinet to get her a pair of brand-new slippers.
He could have casually set them aside, but instead, he half-squatted down and gently placed the slippers at her feet.
"Girls shouldn't walk around barefoot on the floor," Muchen Xi said with a slight furrow of his brows, as if troubled, "It's not good for the health."
Xia Wanwan looked down at the man crouching before her, and her heart suddenly softened. She had always liked walking barefoot on the floor since she was young. When Muchen Xi said this, her first instinct was to argue.
