Not until Chiang Xiao was somewhat breathless, pushing him lightly, did Meng Xinian release her. He looked at her reddened face and slightly swollen lips, huskily said, "Climbed the roof, picked the lock, sneaked in silently."
Chiang Xiao couldn't help but laugh and cry, "You really sound like a flower thief."
"Mm, I'd like to be the flower thief."
Meng Xinian said, got up and walked to her wardrobe, opened it and took out the pajamas he had left there, "I'm going to change clothes, want to watch?"
Chiang Xiao spat disdainfully and turned her head away.
How come he's turned into a thug after a few months?
Who wants to watch him change clothes?
And why on earth is he changing clothes in her room in the middle of the night?
Meng Xinian had been driving for several hours, didn't want to get into her bed with dusty clothes, quickly changed, then walked over, lifted the quilt and got into her bed.
"Come, I want to hold you and talk!"
He patted his own arm.
