"When I was bathing yesterday, it seems like there were some things we haven't finished talking about," Han Zhuoling said in a low voice.
His low, hoarse voice sounded especially alluring in this quiet night, where there was no third party around.
Shi Xiaoya shuddered nervously.
Just when Han Zhuoling exerted some force and wanted to pull her into his arms, Shi Xiaoya suddenly seized the chance to escape.
"I… I remember your pajamas are still hung up to dry. They should be dry by now, so I'll go and put them away!" Shi Xiaoya said quickly, and she ran straight for the balcony.
She lowered the lifting clothes rack and took Han Zhuoling's pajamas down.
She'd put those into the washing machine to wash last night.
Together with her pajamas.
To air them, she'd hung her pajamas together with his, giving her an indescribable feeling of intimacy.
At this moment, she took down her pajamas as well and placed them on her arm.
