Dong Huiying rolled her eyes, "How about we go out for a walk tonight?"
She playfully blinked, clearly hinting at sothing. It seed her courage was growing.
Zhi Chen was slightly taken aback, and she continued, "Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. Instead of working behind closed doors, why not explore the situation there? What do you think?"
Zhi Chen’s response was a simple "Yes."
It was like a veil had been lifted from his eyes, deeply realizing the wisdom of his wife’s words.
Whether or not this trip would yield results, going out for a change might bring good fortune. Besides, he had been worried about this matter for too long and had not properly accompanied his wife in ages.
It is said that n are practical, while won are naturally romantic; yet, at this mont, the two of them seed to have switched roles.
Dong Huiying was solely focused on doing sothing important tonight, while Zhi Chen saw it as an opportunity for a romantic interlude under the moonlight.
That night—
The night was as dark as ink, but the wind was clear, pleasantly brushing against the face.
Dong Huiying wore her usual purple attire today, though this ti it was a darker shade, not light nor flamboyant, but a deep violet more suitable for night outings.
She found it rather odd herself, as she never used to be particular about colors when dressing.
But sohow, and she didn’t know when it started, her luggage gradually filled with purples—light, bright, dark, all kinds of purple.
She couldn’t quite figure it out herself.
However, perhaps ever since she began self-studying The Arts of Witch Gu, she started dressing in purple.
Could it be because her eyes and hair were purple, and for the sake of consistency, she began wearing purple clothes?
"What are you thinking about?" Zhi Chen appeared behind her, snapping her back to reality, "Nothing, just spaced out for a mont." Then, she looked at Zhi Chen appreciatively, and whistled in an alluring manner.
Indeed—so handso!
One word, handso; two words, very handso; three words, incredibly handso!
On regular days, Zhi Chen wore a black robe laced with gold, loose-fitting and not form-fitting enough. But tonight, perhaps for the convenience of exploring the City Lord Mansion, he changed into Night Walk Clothes.
This attire was in two separate pieces, with a snug fit, accentuating his shoulders and arms. His tall and straight posture was enough to make her knees weak, and when he walked with his long legs, his masculinity was unmistakably evident.
Moreover, if he didn’t speak, and if he retracted his gentle expression, he could appear both cold and cool.
Just his appearance was captivating enough, not to ntion his voice, which was exceptionally good. It wasn’t as clear as Shujun’s but was low, sexy, and magnetic. Just hearing his voice made her heart race, and she felt an irresistible urge to pounce on him, and kiss him passionately!
Perhaps her deanor was too blatant, her gaze too suggestive, laying bare all her thoughts.
He curved his lips into a smile and then, with long strides, slowly approached her.
"Do you like it?" He intentionally lowered his voice, making it sound more enticing and charming.
The silly little wife nodded vigorously.
So utterly captivating, he had her almost drooling!!
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