Mu Anhan looked at Gu Xiaozhan, who was being pinned down by this "overbearing CEO" persona she had taken on, and she was already exhausted.

What kind of pitiful CEO was she?

She thought it would be easier to just be the CEO’s woman and save her strength and energy.

Gu Xiaozhan was still full of energy, urging her on, "Darling ’husband,’ keep going!"

He even emphasized the word "husband" deliberately, as if reminding her what she had to do.

Mu Anhan shivered a little, "...One kiss, that’s enough."

Afraid he might disagree, she added, "I’m the husband, I make the rules."

"What kind of irresponsible husband stops without considering if the wife is satisfied?" Gu Xiaozhan wouldn’t let her escape.

Mu Anhan: "..."

"Of course, it’s your first time being a husband, don’t you know? If a husband truly loves his wife, the first thing he should do is make sure the wife feels cared for," Gu Xiaozhan lectured her earnestly.

Mu Anhan felt the sensation of shooting herself in the foot.

How could this man be so adept at playing the cross-dressing role?

"A husband who can’t satisfy his wife is not a good husband," Gu Xiaozhan didn’t miss the chance to criticize her.

Mu Anhan admitted defeat; she really wasn’t a good husband.

She thought maybe being the wife was better.

Playing the husband role was best left for occasional fun.

"Hubby..." she quickly called out coyly.

Gu Xiaozhan saw she wanted to revert to being a woman, "How was your experience?"

"Being a man is hard, and being a man who has to satisfy a woman is even harder," Mu Anhan shared her thoughts, "Hubby, you’re incredible! Always busy with work and still managing to pamper me daily."

"Is Han Han really happy?" Gu Xiaozhan gazed at her.

"I am," Mu Anhan hugged his neck, "Thank you, hubby, for being so good to me." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

For someone like Gu Xiaozhan, a superstar boss at the top of his game, to humor her by playing the cross-dressing game, how could she not feel grateful?

"Just saying thank you with words?" Gu Xiaozhan looked at her expectantly.

Mu Anhan immediately clambered off him, "It’s more than words; my heart is sincerely grateful to you."

"No real action?" he caught her.

Mu Anhan: "..."

Seeing she wasn’t responding, he pointed at one of the jade sculptures, "Pick one, and we’ll recreate it."

"I don’t want to..." That was too embarrassing.

"Thanks should be shown through actions," Gu Xiaozhan told her, "If you don’t want to choose, then I will."

Mu Anhan knew if he chose, it would probably be something even more embarrassing.

Without waiting for her answer, he pointed to one of the sculpture images, "Soaring to the skies, this one’s great."

For some reason, Mu Anhan’s mind conjured up an image.

"Is it the one where you’re flying, wearing the dress?" she asked excitedly.

Gu Xiaozhan looked at her intently, "Han Han, can you lift me up to fly?"

Mu Anhan: "..." Such a heart-piercing question!

Of course, she couldn’t lift him!

So the one to "fly" would have to be her.

Mu Anhan went to take a bath and came out dressed in a light green hanfu.

Gu Xiaozhan was dressed in an entirely black ancient costume, adorned with golden embroidered dragons.

He was naturally commanding, with an imperial air; dressed like this, it seemed as if he had stepped right out of the Han dynasty.

"Tyrant, let’s take a photo."

Mu Anhan grabbed the phone, placed it on the table, and set the auto-capture function.