"Click!"
After an indeterminate amount of time, Lin Qianru, wearing a set of home clothes, walked out of the bathroom. She glanced at the lying Lu Tianxing, then turned and took a set of new clothes out of the nearby wardrobe and placed them beside the bed.
"Tianxing, these are new clothes I bought a few days ago. I'll try them on to see if they fit. I'm going to wash your clothes first; they have a strange smell. Oh, remember to take a bath before putting on the clothes, and come down for breakfast after the bath."
Lu Tianxing suddenly came to his senses, only to discover that Lin Qianru had already opened the door and left. Looking at the new set of clothes placed in front of the bed, Lu Tianxing blinked slightly, feeling a warm surge in his heart. The words of Lin Qianru sounded like the nagging of a wife to her husband — though she complained, she actually cared deeply about her man in every possible way.
"Perhaps, this is what a home feels like!"
