Qiao Yutong turned her head and glanced at Song Xiaodong, starting to pull out her other arm from the sleeve of the pajamas, the smooth skin rubbing against the velvet pajamas, emitting a soft rustling sound like petals falling to the ground.
The entire slender, fair arm emerged slowly and completely from the pajamas, and whether intentionally or accidentally, with a "pula" sound, the yellow pajama top softly fell to the floor.
"Does it look good?"
Qiao Yutong asked gently in her most soft, alluring, innocent, yet charming voice.
She knew that Song Xiaodong had seen it all.
Song Xiaodong decided to express his feelings and thoughts with his own actions, suddenly standing up.
In the darkness, Song Xiaodong's figure quickly expanded, continuously rising as if to pierce the roof, his figure so tall that it made Qiao Yutong's living room seem a bit cramped.
Has this man always been so magnificent?
