The clothes that Xiao Yifei had prepared for Zhou Meifeng to wear after her bath were the conservative kind of pajamas that could be worn by both men and women, consisting of shorts for the lower body and a short-sleeved top. And because the fabric wasn't very thin, Zhou Meifeng didn't feel any psychological burden in putting them on, but the only downside was that the neckline was too wide.
Thus, as Zhou Meifeng bent down to pick up the cans and bottles, the huge neckline sagged, allowing Xiao Yifei to catch a glimpse of those twin peaks of snowy white through the gap that had been revealed.
Atop those proud, heavy mounds, two differently colored cherries stood out quietly.
In just an instant, Xiao Yifei, who had been somewhat sleepy, suddenly became fully alert. He shivered and sat up straight from his lying position. His blood raced, and his breathing grew rapid as his eyes fixated on those two wonderful peaks.
