"I bought it for you. You can wear it, or you can eat porridge without wearing it."
Gu Shimo's tall figure stood in front of the bed, his well-defined fingers holding the silk spaghetti strap nightdress.
It was faintly discernible.
She felt that she had to wear it or not.
It would also make him bestial.
"At least bring me my underwear."
Ye Qingwan gritted her teeth and compromised.
She was very self-aware that she might not even be able to stand properly when she got out of bed.
However, that bastard Gu Shimo would not let her off even when she was sick.
Gu Shimo threw her pajamas at her and returned to the cloakroom to get her underwear.
Two minutes later.
When Ye Qingwan saw the underwear that Gu Shimo had taken out…
Her brain was so red that her cheeks were flushed.
Gu Shimo was very calm.
The woman's underwear was caught in his slender palm, and there was an indescribable perverted excitement.
