A single "baby" made Mu Qiu's heart leap with joy, her head spinning almost to the point of ecstasy.
When she returned to Yishan, she was still somewhat in a daze.
What a Mary Sue term of endearment, she would usually get goosebumps hearing it, but now, these two words came out of Cheng Zhirang's mouth, and the "baby" was her...
Hiss—
It felt like steam was rising from her head.
Cheng Zhirang could tell what she was thinking, a smile playing on his lips as he led her towards the room.
"You haven't even tried these two skirts yet, do you want to try them now?"
Mu Qiu's soul was floating in outer space right now, whatever he said was it, whatever he handed her she took, carrying the two skirts into the room, sitting for quite a while before finally realizing why she had come in.
She let out a deep breath in front of the bathroom mirror, patted her face, and used the back of her hand to cool down her face.
