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Mo Nuan laughed and also started to use her chopsticks. She had long experienced his culinary skills, so naturally, it was excellent.

The bathroom's mirror was shrouded by water vapor. Mo Nuan raised her hand and casually swiped it, and upon closer inspection, one could see that it was written "The Consequences of Impulse". Her current emotions were complicated, not regretful, but perturbed and sullen, and even though she had the courage to casually marry a man she had just met, she didn't even have the most basic preparation for married couples.

Mo Nuan pulled at her cheeks in annoyance in the mirror, and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and her puffed up cheeks made her look more charming. Fortunately, it was winter, and the pajamas with long sleeves and pants didn't look too abrupt or deliberate.

When she returned to the bedroom, Lu Chen was already half lying in her bed, holding a book and flipping through it. Her short jet-black hair was still hanging down and hanging down, and the collar of her pajamas was very low and open, revealing a large portion of her bronze chest muscles. Combined with her fine carved features, it gave him a lively and fragrant look, causing Mo Nuan's face to unconsciously turn red.

In her memory, she had only seen this kind of scene on television, and she had never actually seen it in real life.

Sensing that there was someone standing at the door, Lu Chen raised her head and casually placed the book on the bedside table. She was surprised that she had washed it so quickly, he had already prepared to wait for an hour, and it took her only half an hour to do so.

"Come here." Lu Chen waved her hand towards Mo Nuan.

Mo Nuan hesitated for a moment, and then directly walked towards him. Lu Chen told her to sit with her back facing him, so Mo Nuan didn't understand what she meant, but she obediently sat down, and suddenly felt her back pressing against the fiery hot body of the man. His hand even stroked her hair, and his body stiffened.

Even through the pajamas, Mo Nuan still felt that the skin on her back was about to be burned.

"Lu..." "Chen." Mo Nuan felt that her heart was trembling. His voice was soft, but she did not know what kind of enticement his trembling voice had for a mature man who was in his thirties.

Lu Chen's heart tensed up, she tried her best to suppress the discomfort of her body, and pulled at her ear neither lightly nor heavily, "It's better if your hair is dry in winter, otherwise you will get sick easily." He thought that she was being serious, neither frivolous nor casual, and that she had nothing to do with hooligans. She didn't think that she would scare his so much just to help his wife blow her hair.

Listening to the droning sound of the hair dryer, Mo Nuan suddenly realized that he was trying to blow her hair, causing her tense body to loosen up a little. She recalled the afternoon shopping at the supermarket, and the corner of her mouth raised up a little.

He even specifically asked the sales clerk how a woman who was afraid of the cold should keep warm during the winter. The sales clerk, a warm-hearted middle-aged aunt, kindly introduced some knee guards, earmuffs, hats, collars, USB warm shoes, USB hand warmers, hot water bags, warm babies, and other small things that she had never seen before.

She thought he wouldn't be so obedient, but she didn't expect him to take it all and put it all into the shopping cart. The sales clerk auntie was laughing so hard, the corner of her mouth was twitching, these were all little girls' things, a woman who was almost thirty years old couldn't help but be laughed to death by using them, moreover she didn't even have time to drink a mouthful of water from them.