Cui Jiangjing had just left, taking with her the bottle of red wine she had just opened, and Rong Yan, who had just finished bathing and changed clothes, hurriedly ran upstairs.
Li Shengxiao saw a streak of fresh green flash before his eyes.
A figure ran up to him, breathing heavily, and asked, "Li Shengxiao, where's Duidui?"
Before him stood a girl with a fair and delicate face, eyes brighter than the stars and a high, delicate nose, her red lips slightly pursed. Her usually curly ponytail hung obediently at her waist, and she wore a strappy light green fringed dress that outlined her shapely figure, making her look like a sprite walking out of the forest.
Li Shengxiao's gaze darkened inch by inch, a possessive look sweeping over her smooth shoulders and then resting on the expanse of bare skin on her back. His Adam's apple tightened suddenly, and he grabbed Rong Yan's hand, his voice hoarse, asking, "Who dressed you like this?"
Who dressed her like this?
