Qiao Mu felt a lump in her throat. " Dad, you're still young. Don't say such things. "
"Yes, I'm still young!" Qiao Jiannan smiled. " Let's invite Li Yan over for a meal some other day. "
Qiao Mu nodded vigorously. Her heart felt like it was filled with happiness, and she wanted to cry.
At this moment, not only did she have love, but she also had kinship.
When Qiao Mu returned to the Li residence, Li Yan was still not home. She stuffed her nightgown into the washing machine, then went into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
After taking a shower, her nightgown was already dry. She put it on and stood in front of the mirror, sizing herself up.
The nightdress was a spaghetti strap, revealing her shoulders and thighs. The lace on the hem of the dress looked pure and conservative, but there was a hint of restlessness.
