He continued to undo her buttons, one by one.
After all, it was broad daylight, and although there were no strangers around, being undressed by him like this made her feel somewhat embarrassed.
As her clothes came off, her skin appeared tender and fair, as smooth as creamy jade, now tinged with a thin blush.
Lu Xiao stood straight, took her white shirt, and began to help her put it on.
Her wrists were crossed in front of her.
Lu Xiao's voice was deep as he said, "Wen Xian, you are already my wife."
Wen Xian gave a slight start, her eyes meeting his, only to find his gaze clear and indifferent, as if it held not the slightest hint of desire.
Seeing his "gentlemanly" demeanor made her feel as if she was being somewhat prudish.
The next second, she voluntarily let go of her hands.
Lu Xiao: "..."
He quickly averted his gaze, helped her into her white shirt, and as he leaned down, his breath fell on the nape of her neck, near her ear, making her involuntarily itch.
