"Don't look at me with such a terrifying face; though I'm not scared, what if it gives me nightmares?!" Qiao Xiguan frowned, sauntering casually toward the wardrobe, and pulled open the underwear section, "Isn't there still one here?"
In her hand, Qiao Xiguan held a pair of leopard-print men's thong.
Gu Zichen's face instantly turned pitch black.
"If you don't like it, just wear the one on you. After all, it's only been worn for a day, and as a man, a bit of roughness doesn't matter; I won't mind," Qiao Xiguan intentionally said, feigning considerate virtue.
Gu Zichen gritted his teeth.
"Qiao Xiguan, don't push my limits!" Gu Zichen articulated every word, his voice carrying the chill and gloom that seemed to come from hell itself.
Internally, Qiao Xiguan shivered unconsciously.
Was it fright?
