An Ran pouted, her gaze shifting to his chin, "Bearded uncle looks really ugly."
Mu Xingfeng: "..."
What does it feel like to have a wife who is obsessed with appearances? Mu Xingfeng was deeply experiencing it at this mont.
"Naughty girl, wait here, hubby is going to take a shower."
Mu Xingfeng really couldn’t stand being disliked by his little wife again and again. He got up and went into the bathroom.
The ward where An Ran was staying was a high-end one, with a private bathroom where one could shower.
In fact, on the second day that An Ran ca to the hospital, Lin Junyang had brought clean clothes and toiletries for Mu Xingfeng, but Mu Xingfeng was worried that she would wake up and not see him. So except for when he went to the police station and changed out of his combat uniform, he stayed like this the whole ti after returning.
Mu Xingfeng looked in the mirror after entering the bathroom. Other than so dark circles under his eyes and so bloodshot eyes, his chin had just begun to sprout so stubble and wasn’t too ssy.
Compared to when he was on a mission, hiding in the jungle for days, this was much better.
Naughty girl, Mu Xingfeng helplessly shook his head, picked up the razor, and started shaving.
An Ran hugged the blanket and looked in the direction of the bathroom. She didn’t really mind Mu Xingfeng having a beard. On the contrary, Mu Xingfeng was naturally stern and resolute, and so stubble made him look even more manly. Compared to those carefully grood bearded images, he could absolutely kill them in seconds.
She just wanted him to have a relaxing shower and then sleep comfortably in bed.
The dark circles around his eyes were so obvious, and his eyes had bloodshot lines.
She knew that Mu Xingfeng was actually a guy with a mild cleanliness obsession. Although as a soldier, many tis he couldn’t be particular about hygiene, he always kept himself very clean.
She rembered when they first lived together in Longteng Xinyuan, his room was especially tidy and spotless, with everything organized neatly.
In contrast to his cleanliness, An Ran’s room was always a ss with clothes scattered everywhere. She liked to laze in bed in the morning and often didn’t make her bed. On many occasions, when she returned ho, her place was already tidied up by Mu Xingfeng.
Seeing him fold her clothes neatly and even fold the clothes on the balcony for her, including her pure white panties, which were folded ticulously and placed on top of the clothes, she wanted to find a tofu block to smash her head or a hemp rope to hang herself.
"Click," the bathroom door opened, interrupting An Ran’s thoughts.
The man walked out, wearing only a pair of pants, drying his hair with a towel.
His honey-colored skin was dotted with water droplets, sliding down his full, sexy chest muscles, past his smoothly defined eight-pack abs, and disappearing into his V-line.
An Ran smacked her lips twice, indeed a feast for the eyes.
The man’s hair was very short, and he dried it with just a few rubs, casually tossing the towel onto the back of a nearby chair. He then propped his hands on the edge of the bed, leaning over to look at the girl who was staring at him with starry eyes, even drawing a few black lines across his forehead.
"Wifey, you’re making it too obvious."
An Ran took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and looked up to et the man’s aggrieved eyes, "What?"
Mu Xingfeng speechlessly rubbed his forehead. This girl, although she was looking at him, compared to her earlier disdain, he was a bit suspicious that his little wife only liked his face and body.
Mu Xingfeng stepped closer again, looking straight into her eyes, and asked earnestly what he had been wondering, "Wifey, tell , do you only like hubby’s face and body?"
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