Qiao Xi touched the box, her fingers tingling.
She looked at the bits and pieces of fabric for these dozen or so battle gowns, which couldn't add up to one normal piece of clothing.
How preposterous!
"Honor the bet?"
Huo Xingzhou looked at her, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.
The wager he had casually mentioned was just to watch a sultry nightgown show—her changing into them one by one for his viewing pleasure.
She could certainly play hardball if she wanted to, but he didn't have the heart to be too tough on her.
But Qiao Xi's nature was obstinate; she didn't understand the art of subtlety.
Qiao Xi clutched the clothing to her chest, declaring with as good as a resigned attitude, "Honor the bet!"
After having done the most intimate things together, breaking a few more barriers wasn't so hard to accept.
It was just that she was modest and shy, unable to envision herself striking poses in a battle gown.
"Alright, you go get ready, and I'll prepare too."
