As these words fell, Lu Xiao looked over, his handsome face still showing no emotional fluctuations. He stood up, walked to her suitcase, and took out her pajamas.
Swift and decisive.
Wen Xian watched him come over, her gaze flickering slightly. She cleared her throat softly, intentionally or unintentionally exposing a slender, fair arm, white as lotus root.
As if silently teasing.
After all, she knew the old saying well: the matter between husband and wife can always be resolved in certain actions. If once doesn't work, then twice.
But unexpectedly, Lu Xiao came over with the clothes, handed the pajamas directly to her hand, without a second glance.
One could even say, even if his gaze caught something, he remained unruffled, without the slightest change in emotion.
Wen Xian just watched him turn and leave directly, her small mouth pouted so much that it could almost hang a soy sauce bottle.
What was that?
