Xiao Chong lay down, simultaneously, the curtain rod made a subtle sliding sound.
The inner blackout curtain opened, leaving only a layer of cotton and linen translucent white gauze, hardly blocking the night.
"Why did the curtain open by itself!" Lin Wanwan clutched Xiao Chong's pajamas in a panic.
Xiao Chong laughed by her ear, "It's not a paranormal event; it's an electric curtain. I opened it."
Lin Wanwan: "..."
Xiao Chong began to kiss her lightly, speaking in a husky voice: "Don't be scared, it's translucent but not transparent, and there are no buildings directly across."
The moon couldn't be seen in the sky today, but the night wasn't pitch dark, mainly because the city's lights illuminated the neighborhood brightly.
Through the light of the white gauze, Xiao Chong's sculptural silhouette could be faintly seen.
With one hand, Xiao Chong untied the strap of Lin Wanwan's nightgown, without a trace of hesitation.
