Zhuo Xiangqiao stared blankly at Lin Yue standing before him, her body clad only in a purple silk nightgown, the soft satin outlining her curves.
Zhuo Xiangqiao watched the scene before him, dumbfounded, all of it assaulting his vision.
Lin Yue could feel the intense gaze Zhuo Xiangqiao cast upon her. Slowly, under his scrutiny, she lowered her head. She swallowed, her hands at her sides gradually tightening. She could even hear her own heartbeat, and an uncontrollable blush spread across her face.
She clutched the coat draped over her, her fingers trembling faintly.
"Yueyue..." Zhuo Xiangqiao murmured softly, everything before him striking his vision.
Zhuo Xiangqiao stood up and walked to Lin Yue's side. He remembered that he had prepared this nightgown for her when they first moved in together, yet she had stubbornly refused to wear it. Today, she had put it on, which caused a slight thrill in Zhuo Xiangqiao's heart.
