Song Xiaodong felt a warmth in his heart; it was the first time Miao Qingqing had been so bold in front of him. Watching her remove her clothes one by one until she was down to a bikini, Song Xiaodong couldn't help himself and went over to hug her immediately.
"I... I'm changing, don't mess around," Miao Qingqing turned her head away, not daring to meet Song Xiaodong's gaze, her voice trembling a little.
Song Xiaodong gently stroked Miao Qingqing's back, saying softly, "Qingqing, you're so beautiful."
"You... I... I'm going to take a bath, stop it."
"Hmm, go ahead, I've already finished mine, I'll just wait for you here," Song Xiaodong did not persist in troubling Miao Qingqing further and let her go.
Miao Qingqing quickly put on her nightgown, the very one that Miao Xuanxuan had worn earlier. The two of them were just like that, occasionally displaying a kind of unique mental connection.
