She rubbed her eyes, glanced at the time—just past seven—it was time to get up for work.
Lin Banxia groggily climbed out of bed, headed for the bathroom to freshen up, and emerged to see the man just coming out of the wardrobe room.
A charcoal-gray suit hugged his long, muscular legs without a single wrinkle, pressed to perfection—it mirrored the aura he exuded: strict, meticulous, and leaving no room for anyone to act recklessly in his presence.
Lin Banxia quickly withdrew her wandering gaze and lowered her head in embarrassment.
She still wasn't used to the feeling of waking up with a man beside her.
Especially when this man was now, in name, her husband.
But she knew almost nothing about him—not his personality, nor his habits.
The only thing she was painfully familiar with was his overwhelming intensity in certain aspects.
Lin Banxia's cheeks flushed scarlet as she scolded herself for letting her mind drift to such thoughts.
