Ten minutes later.
The curtain of the changing room remained tightly closed.
Lu Fengxuan lay on the soft couch, with a smug smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Heh, all that talk about preferring death over submission.
At the sight of her shedding a single tear, the man who claimed to have an iron will didn't last three minutes before surrendering.
To get slapped in the face like this, once it happens for the first time, there will be countless more to follow.
"Hubby, are you done changing..." Lu Fengxuan called out, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
At this moment, Yu Chiyin was still harboring resentment, naturally not wanting to respond to her.
So she waited patiently for a while longer, checked the time, and couldn't help but urge him impatiently:
"Hubby, are you done yet?! You've been changing for so long, it's gotten dark already, have you finished changing or not?!"
Not long after, from behind the still-closed curtain came a man's through-gritted-teeth voice:
