So she cheerfully stepped out, glancing towards Yun Mo who was sitting on the sofa at the foot of the bed, engrossed in a book.
"Amo, I can still fit into last year's clothes, I don't seem to have gained weight." She looked down at herself again. The silk nightgown she was wearing fit just right, neither too tight nor too loose. "Right?"
When she looked up again, she could see sparks of fire flickering in Yun Mo's deep eyes.
The way Yun Mo looked at her, the silky nightgown she wore perfectly highlighted her beautiful collarbones and slender, sensuous ankles.
For a moment, she was downright irresistible.
"What's with that look?" Qiaoqiao walked over, sat next to him, and snuggled into the sofa. "Although the full forty days have passed today, we can't 'do that' yet, at least not until after three months."
Yun Mo remained still, his gaze nearly falling inside her still young and perfect figure.
