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After she finished her bath, she slipped into a milk-white nightgown. The fabric was soft, making her skin appear even more fair and delicate. Her black hair, short and slightly disheveled from the blow-drying, fell over her shoulders, adding an indescribable playfulness to her appearance.
There was a challenging smile in her eyes as she looked at him.
She dragged out the end of her sentence without continuing, and Mo Shichen's eyebrows arched higher, he chuckled and pressed, "Or what?"
The woman, arching her back, half crawled onto his chest wrapped in a bathrobe, and under the messy black hair her face was tinted especially enticing by the orange light of the bed lamp, "Or... you just lie down obediently, and let me tie you up?"
Mo Shichen caught the wandering hand of the woman that had snuck onto his chest, while not heavily pinching, he stared at her face and smiled, "You want to tie me up?"
"Is that not okay?"
He still smiled, "It seems not."
