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    Silver Fox hurriedly finished washing up and emerged from the bathroom, dering to Bu, “Let’s go.”


    Bu gave her a warm, amused smile. Her decisiveness was one of the traits he admired most about her; once Silver Fox made up her mind, there was no dawdling or doubt.


    Although Bu was just as eager to get going, he couldn’t bear the thought of them rushing to get married without breakfast. Today was set to be andmark day in their lives, and he wanted every detail to be just right.


    So, with a gentle smile, he suggested, “Let’s not hurry too much. How about we have breakfast first and put on something a bit more fitting?”


    Silver Fox chuckled softly, marveling at how Bu could flip from impatient to considerate so quickly. Just moments before, he’d seemed ready to whisk her off to City Hall without a moment’s dy. Now, here he was, advocating a less hurried approach.


    She nodded in agreement, appreciating the wisdom in his words. Skipping breakfast was never an option for her; childhood experiences and abuse from Emilee and her mother had left her with a sensitive stomach.


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    Breakfast was essential, but why the change of clothes? She eyed Bu curiously. It was evident he had dressed with care, likely with their wedding photos in mind. He had even gone so far as to tidy up his appearance extensively: the bandages that had previously wrapped his head were gone, cleverly reced by a new haircut that hid the wound. His face, bruised just the night before, now showed no trace of injury.


    Unfortunately, Silver Fox had pped him earlier that morning due to her morning grumpiness, resulting in a few red welts across his face. She fretted over whether these would fade in time for their photo shoot.


    Bu had not only gotten a haircut and tended to his bruises, but he had also donned a new outfit. He was typically d in ck, but today he surprised her with a crisp white shirt, undoubtedly chosen toplement the asion.


    After examining Bu’s meticulous attire, Silver Fox was puzzled. What more could he possibly need to change into?


    Curious, she inquired, “What other clothes do you need to change into?”


    Bu grinned and pointed at her. “It’s you who needs to change, actually.”


    Silver Fox nced down at her own attire, still in yesterday’s clothes. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? It’s a clean white shirt, even if it is from yesterday. Shouldn’t it be fine for our photos?”


    Bu, however, held a different view. “Wedding photos are special; they should be taken in new clothes. We should look our best as newlyweds, don’t you think?”


    Silver Foxughed lightly. “We’re not exactly traditional newlyweds, are we? We’re just going through a formality to make babies. Why fuss over the details?”


    Bu frowned slightly at her casual take but didn’t argue with her.


    Rubbing his nose, he said, “I’ve already picked out something for you. Just put it on.”


    He then retrieved a shopping bag from the bed and handed it to her.


    Recognizing his effort, Silver Fox epted the bag without further protest. She retreated to the bathroom to change, acknowledging his intentions even if she didn’t fully share his enthusiasm.


    Upon opening the bag, Silver Fox discovered not just an outfit but also a set of undergarments. Her cheeks med red at the sight; it hadn’t crossed her mind that Bu would consider such intimate details.


    Though initially taken aback by his thoroughness, she quickly reminded herself of the significance of the day ahead—they were to be married legally and soon to be parents. Now was not the time for modesty.


    Deciding to honor the thoughtfulness behind the gesture, she took a shower to freshen up before slipping into the provided lingerie. To her surprise, both the bra and panties fit her as if they had been tailored for her. She couldn’t help but wonder how Bu had managed to get her size so urate. Had he guessed just by looking at her, or perhaps taken measurements in her sleep? The possibility made her skin tingle with a mix of embarrassment and irritation.


    While dressing, she couldn’t help muttering, “Pervert!” under her breath.


    Stepping out of the bathroom in the new outfit, she caught sight of Bu and paused, struck by an even more surprising realization


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