Brandon Piers walked out of the bathroom only to see Abigail still standing there, motionless, with a slight frown. "Why haven't you changed yet?"
"What exactly do you want?" Abigail asked angrily.
"Didn't I just say? Sleep." Brandon Piers replied, suddenly leaning closer to Abigail. "What are you thinking?"
"I..."
"Hurry up and change, I don't want to sleep with clothes that others have touched." Brandon urged, then added, "If you don't want to change yourself, I can do it for you."
Brandon suddenly came closer, scaring Abigail into stumbling into the bathroom.
After a simple wash, Abigail changed out of her qipao.
She had always thought she wasn't short, but wearing Brandon's clothes, they were too big and wide. Even so, her lower body felt empty and weird, hesitating whether to change back. The bathroom door opened.
Abigail was so frightened she took a step back, looking at the man warily.
