C92 His Favorite Woman

She wasn't that kind of bashful, petty person. He had already changed his clothes in front of her, so she wasn't at a disadvantage. Most importantly, he had gone to the washroom and left her with the room.

Last night, her own clothes had already been washed and sent over, just in time to change.

Fu Yunqian had even gotten her a coat somewhere to keep her warm and look beautiful