But Jun Ting’s expression was as if she were a "fierce tiger," and he jumped far away, about an arm’s length of distance—
Yuan Yung stomped her foot, "Jun Ting, what are you doing!"
"I should be asking you what you’re doing!" He looked as if his chastity was about to be taken.
"I’m taking off your clothes to let you bathe! While you’re bathing, I’ll go out and buy you so clothes! See how considerate I am, a good wife who’s hard to find even with a lantern!"
Originally, she thought this arrangent was fine. To be honest, she preferred this kind of life over those presidential suites in five- or six-star hotels. It might not be very sanitary, but it felt lively; this was real life.
Living the way he does, having it all, he’s probably forgotten his life goals!
But his reaction just now really made her laugh, like she had taken advantage of him or sothing.
Jun Ting looked at her with innocent eyes, "ng ng, do you really have to do this?"
"Do what exactly!" Yuan Yung laughed like a bandit lady about to lure a man into Liang Shan.
"Sigh!" The man sighed, closed his eyes, and opened his arms toward her, "Then co on! Don’t be shy, be as rough as you want!"
"Pfft!"
Yuan Yung couldn’t hold it anymore, almost dying of laughter in front of him, "I’m serious, not joking. Just try bathing here! I’ll go get clothes for you!"
"...Fine." Jun Ting was a bit unwilling.
The underwear was bought from the mall, fearing he couldn’t accept sothing of too poor quality. On the way back, she happened to see a stall selling n’s hoodies on the street.
Yuan Yung touched the material and felt it was decent. She had never seen Mr. Huo wear such clothes; he always wore suits, and she couldn’t even imagine it, so she got curious and bought one.
But later she thought about how hoodies with suit pants and leather shoes were just too fast, so she went back to the mall to buy a pair of casual pants and a pair of sneakers.
She spent all the money she had, leaving only a dozen bucks for cab fare—
When she opened the hotel room door, she saw soone wrapped naked in the duvet on the bed. When he saw her return, it was as if he’d seen a lifeline, "Where are the clothes?"
"Here, all here." Yuan Yung stifled her laughter, "What are you doing?"
"Obviously, I’m waiting for you to bring clothes for to change into!" Jun Ting grabbed the bag and walked into the bathroom, swearing that he’d never been this embarrassed in his life.
When he opened the bag and saw the clothes inside, his face went dark on the spot, "How am I supposed to wear this?"
"Pffft—" Yuan Yung initially wanted to be a bit ladylike, but his expression was truly indescribable; anyway, it was super funny, "Why can’t you wear it? Young people love hoodies nowadays."
Jun Ting’s face turned even darker, "ng ng, I’m not exactly young anymore."
A man in his early thirties can’t be considered young anymore, though he didn’t want to admit it, but that’s the truth—
Yuan Yung continued to sell her persuasion, anyway today she was determined to make him wear it, "Exactly! Because you’re not young, you need to dress more fashionably."
"You an... I wasn’t fashionable before?" Jun Ting didn’t like her saying that.
"Not that you’re unfashionable." Yuan Yung frowned, "But don’t you feel uncomfortable always wearing suits? It’s okay to wear different styles occasionally!"
Jun Ting thought about it, "I do, I wear ho clothes at ho. I have sportswear for playing basketball and riding attire for horseback riding. I’ve always worn different clothes; you just haven’t seen them."
Yuan Yung secretly rolled her eyes, thinking she’s defeated.
This ntality is truly old-fashioned, oddly even a bit archaic—
"...Oh, then you should wear them for to see if there’s a chance."
Jun Ting thought there was room for change and said, "Does that an I don’t have to wear this outfit?"
"Won’t you go out naked then?"
Jun Ting: "!!!!!"
He gave in.
As long as it makes her happy!
"Fine, I’ll change!" Jun Ting’s expression was as grim as heading to the execution ground, dramatically slamming the door shut.
Yuan Yung was so shaken by him that her smile froze a bit, wondering if he was actually angry?
Jun Ting felt a little uncomfortable inside, but he wasn’t exactly angry. After changing, he ca out slowly and asked sarcastically, "How is it? Is it really ugly?"
"..." Yuan Yung was instantly stunned.
His face, which usually carried an intimidating vibe when not smiling, now seed infused with a touch of ascetic charm in this outfit. His well-maintained skin showing a hint of softness, with deep pupils conveying a gentle elegance reminiscent of a cool breeze under the warm moon. The mont he opened the door, Yuan Yung felt as if he had beco a different person.
Seeing her standing there in a daze, Jun Ting said, "What’s up? Are you scared stiff?"
"Oh, no, not at all." Yuan Yung snapped back to reality imdiately, "It’s just... you look really good this way too!"
"Really?" the man was unsure, "You’re not lying to , are you?"
"No!" Yuan Yung smiled playfully, "You’ll see later that I wasn’t wrong, just wait a mont; I need to freshen up too."
Subsequently, Jun Ting sensibly exited the bathroom, with a few indescribable, cute dumbfounded expressions.
Even if seen by others, no one would believe that the usually fierce and decisive Mr. Huo could be unclear on the situation like this—
After Yuan Yung quickly got ready, the two checked out.
They went to another food street in Qing City; Jun Ting habitually put his hands in his pockets while walking. Though changed outfits, this habit hadn’t changed.
Apart from food, what was most abundant on the food street was female students, wandering in groups.
They were young, energetic, and every ti they passed by Yuan Yung and Jun Ting, they’d exclaim—
"Wow, so handso!"
"Yeah, really handso."
"Looks like that soone..."
"No, I think your soone has more charm."
"Should we go get his contact info?"
"Didn’t you see he already has a girlfriend?"
"A girlfriend is not a wife, what are you afraid of! Even if married, people can get divorced!"
"How old do you think he is?"
"I think no more than 27, 27 at most..."
"..."
Yuan Yung felt a bunch of black lines over her head, what the heck?
She turned her head to glance at the man, and he seed a lot more composed than earlier, even looking like he might be intentionally flaunting his handsoness.
Yuan Yung sourly said, "Happy to be praised by young girls?"
"Uh, no." Jun Ting imdiately restrained himself, not daring to act up, "I’m happy when praised by you."
Yuan Yung raised an eyebrow lightly, "Really?"
"Mm, really." Jun Ting nodded honestly,
The girl squinted and smiled, "Then I’ll tell you now, you look awful, not good at all, clearly a man in his thirties still deliberately pretending to be young! The domineering CEO aura is completely gone. Co on! Let’s go back to the hotel and change your clothes."
Jun Ting: "..."
This is anger from too much jealousy!
Indeed, won can’t be easily provoked.
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