When Mi Xiaotao came out after changing, Lu Shaoqing was already in his suit, his right hand fastening the cufflink on his left hand.
She leaned against the doorframe, taking in the man in front of her. The tall, straight nose, deep-set eyes, sexy Adam's apple, and those long, defined fingers.
A man this close to perfect actually belonged to her, Mi Xiaotao. The thought made her want to throw her head back and laugh three times.
"Hahaha!..."
"Wifey, what are you laughing at?"
Lu Shaoqing's voice snapped Mi Xiaotao back to reality; so she really had laughed out loud in smug satisfaction.
She hurriedly clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes darting twice as she said, "Brother Lu, you're seriously a walking clothes hanger! I think you look especially handsome in a suit! Especially that move you're doing right now—your whole vibe is just off the charts!"
