Qiao Xiaon'an purposely brought his pajamas to the bathroom door, gently knocked and said, "Amo, your pajamas."
Now they already have a little daughter, who is already four and a half years old. They can't be like before, dressing casually, walking around freely.
And as their daughter grows day by day, Yun Mo, as a father, must maintain a proper image.
So he put on his clothes in the bathroom, even examining his attire carefully, afraid there might be something inappropriate.
Once he put on his pajamas, he realized it was the same set he and Qiaoqiao used to wear, the couple's pajamas.
He could clearly smell the faint scent of lavender on the clothes, just like it used to be.
When he opened the bathroom door, Qiaoqiao was still waiting for him at the door. He looked at her with a delighted gaze, "Qiaoqiao, these clothes have been washed recently, right?"
