Qiao Yutong turned her head and glanced at Song Xiaodong, beginning to pull out her other arm from the pajama sleeve, the smooth skin rubbing against the velvet pajamas, producing a soft rustling sound like petals falling to the ground.
The entire slender and fair arm slowly and completely emerged from the pajamas, whether intentionally or accidentally, with a "plop" sound, the yellow pajama top gently fell to the floor.
"Is it beautiful?"
Qiao Yutong asked softly in her most gentle, alluring, innocent, and charming voice.
She knew that Song Xiaodong was watching all of this.
Song Xiaodong decided to express his feelings and thoughts with his actions, suddenly standing up.
In the darkness, Song Xiaodong's silhouette rapidly expanded, constantly rising as if it would pierce the roof, his figure so towering that even Qiao Yutong's living room seemed a bit cramped.
Has this man always been this majestic?
