"No!" Xia Qingqian said in a deep voice, "Turn around first. How can I put on clothes with you watching me like this!" Her voice carried a hint of complaint and urgency.
Beitang Yao crossed his arms and stared at her. The more she resisted, the less he complied with her wishes. As long as he saw her shy with a trace of timidity, he felt immensely comfortable inside.
"This is my place. Why should I leave?" He stifled a laugh, reached out to hug her waist, took the clothes from her hand, and dressed her piece by piece, even putting on her underwear with extreme skill, as if he's done it often.
Xia Qingqian secretly wondered in her heart if he often took off women's underwear. Thinking of this, her heart tightened again! She had read a saying on a blog: If you can't bring happiness to a woman, then please don't remove her underwear.
