"Hmm, almost done packing." Wen Jingheng stared deeply at her, Hai Lan, fresh from a bath, her eyes like soaked black pearls, clear and bright.
Her skin was translucent and clean, with a rosy hue from within.
Her jet-black hair was shiny, emitting a faint fragrance of roses…
At this moment, she lacked the dazzle of her usual makeup, but she possessed a fresh, clean aura that made one want to draw closer…
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Only when he noticed Hai Lan's discomfort did Wen Jingheng snap out of it, realizing he had almost lost control because of what Wei Zhijie had said!
Even though he knew Hai Lan wouldn't leave him just because of Wei Zhijie's words, he was still very upset and anxious.
Their marriage, in fact, was largely the result of his persistent pursuit.
He didn't know if Hai Lan was truly satisfied with him.
He also worried that occasionally Hai Lan might think about leaving him.
