"Honey, go change your clothes before going out." Eldest Young Master Grant looked somewhat displeased at the small patch of white exposed on the chest of the little woman clinging to him. Wearing such a low neckline in this cold weather isn't good.
These clothes are fine for home, but it's more appropriate to wear sportswear when going out.
Lily Shaw glanced down at her chest following his gaze, then rolled her eyes at him irritably, wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, and bit his face: "Husband, you fascist." He even wants to control what she wears.
Eldest Young Master Grant switched to an innocent expression: "Honey, I'm just worried about you getting sunburned."
Lily Shaw was speechless: ...
Eldest Young Master Grant, do you even know what the weather is like right now? It's not only cloudy, but it's also winter.
