But the purchasing agent wouldn't know that this dress was meant for a grown man!

Xi Xingxue laughed out loud: "It suits you well, it's very cute."

Zhu Yuan was even happier after being praised by his wife.

Soon, a series of tinkering sounds came from the kitchen. Xi Xingxue, who couldn't cook, assisted from the side.

About half an hour later.

Two servings of shredded pork with garlic sauce over rice were placed on the table.

It exudes an enticing aroma, fresh and fragrant, while the phone screen next to it, which is not turned off, is still frozen on the video of "Fish-flavored Shredded Pork Rice Bowl Tutorial".

Xi Xingxue was shocked.

I never expected Zhu Yuan to be so good at cooking; his first attempt at cooking yielded such excellent results.

He simply couldn't resist the temptation and accidentally ate one.

That evening, Xi Xingxue successfully developed abdominal bloating.

He lay in bed unable to sleep, tossing and turning, feeling as if there was a breath stuck in his throat that he couldn't swallow.

Just then, the door opened, and Zhu Yuan walked in wearing a bathrobe.

Xi Xingxue looked up, and what came into view was—

The tall, long-haired man wore an open bathrobe, revealing his bulging abs and well-defined, beautifully shaped pectoral muscles, though not overly muscular.

As he took long strides, the slightly damp ends of his hair fluttered gently.

His hair was slightly damp, and Xi Xingxue felt a slight itch in her heart.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Zhu Yuan looked down at him.

During this period, the two of them almost always slept together.

They claimed that they were all betrothed as children.

"I..." Xi Xingxue was about to say something, but then shut her mouth again: "It's nothing."

"Hmm?" Zhu Yuan raised an eyebrow and stared straight at him.

Since Xi Xingxue didn't say anything, he guessed, "Does she want to go back to China?"

"No."

Zhu Yuan then said, "Let me see your wound."