They bickered for a few more minutes before their argument finally ended, just as Zhao Li Xin emerged from the bathroom.
A towel was loosely wrapped around his waist, his dark hair still damp. He walked toward the wardrobe and casually dressed in his usual black robes.
A thin inner layer rested beneath a darker outer robe, the overlapping folds falling neatly over his broad frame. He wrapped a silk sash firmly around his waist before securing it with a sturdy leather belt, reinforcing the sash and keeping the layers of fabric in place.
For some reason, Lory had always been particularly fond of seeing him dressed in his traditional robes, and judging by the way she was staring at him now, that preference had certainly not faded.
Lory happily munched on a chicken leg as she enjoyed the view before her. Her husband had not only been blessed with a face that could rival the most beautiful men in the world, but with an equally impressive physique.
