Fu Xiyao liked him very much. Whether it was the throbbing of her heart in her previous life or the continuation of the past in this life, she was also a layman. She liked the clean and handsome appearance of Ling Limu, of course, she also deeply loved Ling Limu, a middle-aged, deep and steady business aristocrat.
Fu Xiyao looked at him through a crack in the door with a red face. “What’s the matter?”
“Yes, your pajamas.”
Ling limu handed her an exquisite paper bag.
He had prepared pajamas for her.
Fu Xiyao felt sweet in her heart. She reached out her small hand and took the paper bag. “Thank you.”
She closed the door.
..
In the bathroom, Fu Xiyao took out her pajamas. It was a milky white silk nightgown, exuding a delicate girlish air.
Fu Xiyao remembered that he had bought her pajamas a year ago. At that time, it was still a loose black t-shirt. Now, he had even given her a silk nightgown.
