For her, his clothes were far too oversized, but still, it was better than wearing nothing.
Once she wrapped herself in the clothes, she finally found her sense of security. Luo Xiaoqian glanced at the wardrobe, quickly picking out what she thought was a matching shirt, tie, coat... She didn't hesitate to don his clothes one by one, wrapping herself up tightly.
After sizing herself up to make sure she was even more covered up than a Middle Eastern woman, Luo Xiaoqian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Beside her, there was a faint noise—the bathroom door had already opened.
"I've found the clothes, you can take your time getting dressed, I... I'm going to cook!"
She dared not turn her head, afraid of seeing him undressed again, and hurried to the door, scurrying through the hallway and racing down the stairs like a mouse who had seen a cat.
Wrapped in a towel, Leng Zimo came out and looked towards the half-closed door.
Cook?
Is she sure?!
