Jian Qing's smile stiffened at the corners of her mouth. After a moment, she gritted her teeth and asked, "So what?"
"So, wear this tonight." Quan Jingwu held up a nightgown in his hand, suggesting softly.
So he had been waiting for her here. Jian Qing felt she had been outmaneuvered by him again, a surge of anger building up inside her.
"Choose another condition." She turned her head away, speaking in a muffled voice.
"Then wear my shirt?"
Jian Qing furrowed her brows. "Why are you so annoying?"
Quan Jingwu leaned against the wardrobe, his thin lips curling into an expectant smile.
"Fine, I'll wear it. It's no big deal." She grabbed the nightgown from his hand, glared at him, and spoke defiantly.
The nightgown was at least longer than his shirt. Why did she agree to his condition? Someday, she was definitely going to turn the tables on him.
As the bathroom door slammed shut, a soft laugh escaped from his cherry-red lips, his captivating eyes gleaming with amusement.
