Husband? OTHER Husband?! Wait... I'm the Husband Too?
It was a goddam struggle to peel back his eyelids.
The moment he was able to, Wei Ying cursed the day he was given eyes.
What the fuck was with all this white? It screams obsessive cleanliness!
So spotless, the pope could make snow angels on the sanitized ground and his 'pure as the driven snow' robes would come out cleaner.
Utterly stainless, a dedicated housewife could walk in here, broom and dustpan ready, only to shrug her shoulders and say: "Well, I've got nothing to do now. Time to kick back my feet!"
Incredibly clean to the point that if you asked a germaphobe to lick the floor, they'd shrug their shoulders and ask "Where would you like me to start?"
He was in hell OR this was Lan Qiren's panic room.
Either way: Let. Him. Out!!!!
What's that...? These two hotties are his caregivers...??
Nevermind then~
(Read the tags, people. Seriously, read the tags.)
