He spoke, reaching out past An Ran, looking at the already matched shirt and tie inside, "Honey, I think the blue shirt looks more spirited; I think I have a blue shirt."
"No, haven't you heard? Red with blue is unappealing; that's why I chose purple," An Ran directly vetoed Mu Xingfeng's suggestion.
Just hearing this, the man laughed out loud, "Honey, where did you hear that from? Do you think your man would be unappealing?"
An Ran turned back to seriously look at Mu Xingfeng; since he returned, she seemed to not have carefully looked at him.
In two weeks, the man's hair had grown a bit; the beard must have been shaved on the way back, his chin was clean, but the dark circles under his eyes indicated that Mu Xingfeng definitely hadn't rested well during this time.
Although his eyes were full of tender affection, they couldn't hide the haggard look on his face.
"Honey, what's wrong?"
Before Mu Xingfeng could finish, his lips were already softly covered...
