The man stood up, looked down at her with an intense gaze, "Get up, go back to sleep, it's late."
At this moment, Qiao Ruoxin was wearing only a thin robe, sitting cross-legged on the sofa. The collar of the robe was half-concealed, revealing a hint of a young woman's sensuality.
Qiao Ruoxin stood up and naturally wrapped her arms around the man's neck.
Then Mo Chen picked her up and carried her towards the bedroom.
She was laid down on the soft, cushiony bed, and Mo Chen glanced at her, "I'm going to take a shower, if you're tired, just sleep first."
"Hmm, okay," she replied.
It was not until she heard the bathroom door close that she realized he had gone to take a shower.
Qiao Ruoxin lay on the bed, and once it quieted down, her mind uncontrollably began to recall the conversation with Simon.
Maybe she should use Simon to find that video.
Ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened.
