松鼠症仓库

Huangfu Lingyao angrily stuffed the rabbit into Mo’er’s arms, saying, “Take it!”

Grabbing the dry cloth from Mo’er’s hand and glaring at her, he said, “Don’t you think standing here, you’re like a big lantern shining brightly? Hurry up, go out, it’s affecting my relationship-building with Wife!”

Mo’er was thus driven out!

Liu Shimei wanted to laugh, but didn’t stop her silly dog’s actions.

Huangfu Lingyao turned around and saw Liu Shimei releasing her hair from the cloth, sitting in front of the dressing table.

He walked over and politely said, “Let me wipe it for you!”

This was his wife’s hair!

As he wiped Liu Shimei’s hair, he occasionally glanced at the purse around his waist, containing his wife’s cut hair!

“Wife, does it hurt? If it does, should I be gentler?”

He wiped earnestly, being gentle as if afraid of pulling out a strand of her hair!

“Not painful, you can use more force. You’re too gentle; at this rate, you won’t dry it until tomorrow.”

Liu Shimei sat and watched him in the bronze mirror, feeling the tender and gentle affection from this silly puppy.

Suddenly, she felt a sense of emotion: after marriage, were they also living such days?

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but laugh and asked him, “Lingyao, it’s so late, what made you think of coming over?”

Huangfu Lingyao lowered his head, carefully wiping her hair bit by bit. He wiped with great seriousness, fearing he might not dry it until tomorrow.

Hearing her question, he raised his head and found her looking at him in the mirror all this time. He smiled at her and said, “I was worried about you, couldn’t sleep, so I came.”

It was the truth.

Liu Shimei’s lips curled into a smile, looking at the person in the mirror; he seemed even more handsome like this!

If it was the modern era, he could easily be featured in a captivating advertisement, showcasing a stunning appearance.

She gently reassured, “I’ve already told you, no need to worry. Although people may be watching, as long as we don’t resort to violence, I won’t have any problems.”

Huangfu Lingyao looked at her reflection in the mirror, a slight disdain on his thin lips as he asked, “What if they use force against you?”

Liu Shimei chuckled, “I have Changge!”

Huangfu Lingyao chose not to dwell on it further. Relying too much on those around her was not ideal. He didn’t trust Changge completely. He could only rest easy if he personally guarded her.

Allowing him to play with her hair, Liu Shimei stared at his hands and slowly discussed the plans for the next two days, “Tomorrow, we won’t go to the Fusheng Pavilion. Instead, you’ll accompany me to my grandfather’s place. We’ll present the gifts, have lunch, and then return.”

He quickly agreed, “Alright, I’ll listen to Wife!”

Liu Shimei found it somewhat amusing.

Their relationship, if placed in modern times, would probably be criticized: He, a wealthy son, was not involved in any productive work, while his wife worked tirelessly every day!

This thought only crossed her mind briefly. She continued, “The day after tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Due to the Crown Prince’s wedding, we can’t be out and about. Both you and I have to attend the palace banquet. There are some matters in the mansion that I can’t escape from during the day. So, let’s arrange to meet directly in the palace when we attend the banquet, okay?”

Huangfu Lingyao, afraid of messing up her hair like last time, carefully combed through a strand with a comb, as if handling delicate threads.

Although he felt a bit regretful upon hearing her plans, seeing that she had included him in all of them, he accepted it even if it meant not being with her on the fifteenth day of the eighth month.

He obediently nodded, “Alright, I’ll listen to Wife!”

Liu Shimei smiled faintly..