Zhang Jingdong snuggled with Isabella for a while, and then suddenly thought of something: "Tomorrow, I want to see you in tight jeans."
Isabella was a bit troubled at first, but eventually nodded.
"…Alright."
Seeing her agree, Zhang Jingdong leaned closer and whispered in her ear: "And don't wear that thing."
Isabella's ears turned red instantly: "No way, that's too dangerous! The lighting in the swimming pool is quite bright, if someone takes a photo… no way!"
Zhang Jingdong deliberately paused for two seconds, then pretended to step back and said: "Then wear Komachi, that should be fine, right?"
Isabella bit her lip and playfully slapped his shoulder, both shy and annoyed: "You're such a jerk!"
Zhang Jingdong knew she was agreeing, so he wrapped his arms around her waist and placed a kiss on her fragrant shoulder.
