Su Ningyan was startled and took two steps back. "Honey… I'll do it myself."
Zhuo Junyue let go of her, nodding slightly. "Alright, babe, you take it off yourself."
He began to strip off his own annoying clothes. By the time he was finished, he found Su Ningyan still dawdling.
This impatience of Lord Zhuo couldn't wait any longer, could it?
He wanted to say that back in the study, he had already been enduring himself.
Finding it troublesome, he immediately thought of tearing off Su Ningyan's clothes.
Ningyan was wearing the latest Chanel design tonight.
She saw his rough movements and hurriedly held his hand. "Honey, don't tear it again. This dress is really expensive."
Lord Zhuo let out a cold snort. "No matter how expensive the dress is, your husband can afford it. If I want to tear it, I'll tear it."
Hearing his words, Ningyan let out a frustrated sigh and quickly started undoing the buttons.
After a while, the two of them stepped into the bathtub.
