Lily Shaw smiled faintly. She was genuinely curious what this man's first pot of porridge would taste like. Hopefully it wouldn't be "charcoal-burned black porridge"!
Aiden Grant looked at Lily Shaw, who was only wearing a thin coat, with nothing around her neck or on her hands. His brows furrowed. "Wifey, it's so cold out. How could you come out without putting on more clothes?"
Lily Shaw lowered her head to glance at what she was wearing. She didn't feel cold at all.
Besides, she had just crawled out from under the warm covers. If she were cold, she would've naturally put on more layers.
But she knew her husband too well—he just cared too much about her and couldn't stand seeing her dressed too lightly.
"Here, let me show you whether I'm cold or not." Lily said, then suddenly launched a sneak attack, her soft little hand slipping into the man's collar. "Well? Cold or not?"
