He kissed her shoulder and helped her with a robe while murmuring a sorry.
"Jie, I don't like when you're on pins and needles with me. I'm not fragile. You should know that you can't hurt me that way even if you try."
He just nodded.
Soon the stylist came with Zhenyi's dress. Long Jie leaned again the wall, his eyes fastened on her wife's figure. He saw her interacting with the team of stylists. He had learned that this team would always accompany her. She had personal shoppers, hairdressers, makeup artists, etc.
She was not a shopaholic but she was a crazy spendthrift.
Within the next thirty minutes, as indicated by Long Jie, Zhenyi was ready. So, he helped her to the car. Today, he chose to drive himself.
"You have a real obsession with white, Jie," Zhenyi muttered as she settled inside the car.
Long Jie focussed on driving as the roads in the evening were quite jammed.
