Qiao Mo held the bomb, biting her lip, hesitant to move.
Such an embarrassing thing… how is she supposed to wear this...
Fu Nancheng stood with his arms crossed at the bathroom door, looking down slightly with a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips: "Do you want me to come in and rip your nightgown off?"
"No!" Qiao Mo clutched her nightgown tightly like a rabbit whose tail had been stepped on.
Under his commanding presence, it took Qiao Mo more than ten minutes to finally change into the pink lace outfit.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Qiao Mo tightly closed her eyes, not daring to look up at all.
The only thing she was grateful for was that the outfit Fu Nanchen had brought today had more fabric than the one Yan Yiheng had given her before.
At least… at least the underwear isn't just a few strings...
Fu Nancheng had been standing at the bathroom door with his eyes closed as if resting, and after a while, he opened his eyes to check the time.
