"Yeah, who said you're not?"
An Nan turned her head to look at him, having already found the ultra-sexy sports shirt for summer.
Jiang Zhiyuan almost fainted at the sight of it. With her dressed like that going to the gym, wouldn't the men who pretend to be there for fitness end up ogling her a million times with their eyes?
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At noon, Jiang Zhiyuan ran over to Zhao Huai's place, thinking of having a few drinks with his buddy, chatting until the sky turned dark and then bright again. But unexpectedly, even the one who opened the door for him was a woman, instantly halving his enthusiasm.
The most terrifying part was that Xiaomei now had the image of a well-behaved housewife, which compared to An Nan, was infinitely more gentle and appealing. Cooking and washing clothes were no problem, and she was astonishingly obedient and docile.
