The nightgown Wan Ge wore yesterday was most likely something she bought herself later. He really ruined it last night, but it doesn't matter, he prepared plenty of new ones.
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Yan Jue has good taste; the clothes she had delivered all suited her well, and Wan Ge was very satisfied, so she didn't look at them any further. Anyway, Yan Jue wouldn't send them back once they were delivered.
As they left the dressing room, Wan Ge approached him and said, "I can't keep calling you President Yan. I wonder what you'd like me to call you, A-Jue, Brother Jue, or perhaps..."
Wan Ge hugged his arm, stood on tiptoe, and whispered two words in his ear: "Husband."
Yan Jue's hands, hanging tightly at his sides, clenched tightly. When he uttered the word "husband," he wanted nothing more than to press her down and kiss her passionately, to merge her into his very bones and marrow.
In the end, he could only calmly reply, "Whatever you like."
In the end, Wan Ge chose the one that disappointed him the most: "A-Jue, you have to go to work tomorrow, right?"
They probably didn't work today because it's Sunday, what a pity. I slept all day.
Although Wan Ge kept telling herself that they would separate sooner or later, she couldn't help but fantasize that if she could make Yan Jue really fall in love with her, would they have more time together?
Unfortunately, after knowing each other for two days, their relationship only extended to sleeping together.
"Hmm." Yan Jue responded. In fact, he didn't want to go to work at all, but on the surface, he still had to maintain the appearance he should.
With a smile, Wan Ge said, "What do you want to eat tomorrow? I'll make it for you."
Yan Jue's tone still carried a hint of surprise: "You can cook?"
As the darling of the Gao family, shouldn't Wan Ge be cherished and pampered? How come she can actually cook?
Wan Ge hummed in agreement: "I learned to cook when I was interested in it before."
"Cooking is a waste of time. If you want to cook, then do it. If you don't want to, just let the chef do it. Just remember not to hurt yourself." Yan Jue appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was incredibly excited. His wife was going to cook for him.
Although he felt sorry for his wife, he also thought that he would be very happy if he could eat a meal cooked by his wife.
"Okay," Wan Ge replied, though she wasn't sure if he genuinely cared about her or was just worried she'd mess things up.
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Yan Jue didn't touch Wan Ge that night, partly because he was worried that her body couldn't handle it, and partly because he felt that it wasn't good to do it so frequently.
Wange slept so much during the day that she wasn't sleepy at all at night. She wanted to play on her phone, but she was worried about disturbing the people next to her.
"Can't sleep?" Yan Jue held her in his arms and gently leaned against her.
Wan Ge hummed in agreement: "I don't want to sleep."
Yan Jue whispered in her ear, "But you have to sleep, otherwise you'll only be able to sleep during the day."
It was his fault; he was too undisciplined. He really didn't want Wan Ge's sleep schedule to be irregular. It seems he'll have to start earlier in the future.
Wange just graduated from university and hasn't started working at a company yet. Now she's more like an unemployed bum, and sleeping during the day isn't a problem for her.
However, the man beside her threatened, "If you don't sleep, I won't mind doing something else."
Wan Ge was so frightened that she immediately closed her eyes. Her waist couldn't take it anymore. No matter how much she played the role of a scumbag woman, even a scumbag woman couldn't withstand it.
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