His hand caressed his waistline, a very suggestive gesture, yet he remained calm and composed.
"The cut is perfect, and the champagne color complements your skin tone beautifully."
He clearly couldn't see anything, but he spoke very accurately.
This was indeed Fu Yu's favorite dress among the more than thirty dresses she tried on.
Seeing that Liang Jiayao's favorability rating was still 0.05, Fu Yu sat down in his lap in a huff.
"No, you're wrong, you're completely wrong."
She irrationally rejected all of Liang Jiayao's judgments.
A slight smile spread across Liang Jiayao's aloof face, like a crack appearing in an impenetrable glacier.
He nodded. "Yes, I misspoke."
His tone was incredibly indulgent.
Fu Yu sat astride the wheelchair, the parted hem of her skirt barely brushing against Liang Jiayao's trousers.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his tone of tenderness carried a hint of sternness.
“Ayu, what did I tell you? You have to follow the rules.”
"No, I'm angry. If you're angry, you shouldn't follow the rules."
Fu Yu slowly began to appreciate the clever use of the "madman" persona.
Since Liang Jiayao doesn't follow the basic rules of strategy, she also doesn't take the usual path.
She can play however she wants, and no one can stop her.
Liang Jiayao sighed helplessly.
"Okay, fine, I won't break the rules then. Don't be angry, okay?"
"No, unless you kiss me, I'm going to rip open your shirt in public."
Fu Yu nestled her cheeks into his chest and threatened him with feigned seriousness.
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Liang Jiayao: My wife's rules are my rules. I only like kissing because my wife likes kissing. (°?‵?′??)
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