They were stuck together for a long while before they separated. Lu Shaoming closed his eyes and calmed his body down.
He stretched out his hand to tidy her nightgown and carried her onto the bed. He turned around to get a tape measure and then went back to the bed again.
Ning Qing covered her chest with one small hand. Her small was burning. The skirt of the nightgown was a little short. It could not cover her safety shorts from the side, and she femininely tugged down on her skirt to cover it, not allowing him to look.
He only knew how to bully her.
The man was back. He probably rushed back. He was wearing yesterday's clothes, and his white shirt was tucked into his trousers under his metal belt, and now one side of his shirt was squeezed out totally. He looked messy and wild.
