Be careful.
Even Duan Xi, thick-skinned as he was, couldn't help but blush at these ambiguous four words. The heat on his face lingered until the busy signal sounded from the phone.
"Brother Xi, I don't have any clothes here." Jiaojiao had just finished her shower and poked her head through the bathroom door gap, calling out.
Duan Xi collected his expression and replied to wait a minute, then went to a nearby room and returned with a set of pajamas.
The pajamas were made of white cotton and quite conservative, but Jiaojiao couldn't help blushing, as they came complete with undergarments, freshly washed with a faint laundry powder fragrance… Duan Xi's thorough preparation clearly indicated he had planned this for a long time.
Thinking of this, her face couldn't help but heat up.
