Xu Shuang was wearing a flesh-colored camisole nightgown, the low-cut neckline resembling bundled snow.
Bright and full.
Jiang Nian was surprised; he remembered Xu Shuang's previous nightgown was quite conservative, how come she turned into a femme fatale this time?
"Hmm..."
"Is this the dress you put in the wardrobe?"
"Yeah." Xu Shuang nodded, looking at him, "I bought it but never wore it. Is there a problem?"
"No." Jiang Nian, being experienced, couldn't be fazed, "Did you eat anything tonight?"
"Not hungry."
Hearing this, Jiang Nian didn't say much. With the air conditioner running in the living room, he decided to take a shower first.
After drying his hair, he came out and found Xu Shuang still on the sofa. She had opened a can of beer, sipping it slowly.
Her fair chest was incredibly eye-catching.
"How's your brother doing recently?" he casually asked, having not heard Xu Laodi's stories in a while.
