Charity Gala

On the other side. 

Zhenyi was standing with her hands on her hips, scowling at the closet. She was tired and sore from the lovemaking. She couldn't believe her husband at all. She just agreed to a lunch date. But how did that lunch date end up with several rounds of lovemaking? 

Ugh. He was impossible. 

She swore that it was not her who took advantage of him this time, rather it was him. 

Now staring at the closet, she had an urge to cry. Her husband was hellbent on dragging her to a charity gala when she didn't wish to attend. She hates these kinds of events. Why pretend to be something you weren't? 

To add more to her problems, she had nothing to wear for tonight. Yes, she had a lot of clothes. But she had nothing to wear for tonight. The majority of the clothes in her wardrobe were white much to her husband's fetish with white.