There weren’t many clothes brought on the spur of the mont, and after searching around, Ye Jiuliang realized that her pajamas were missing.
Could they have been left in the suitcase without being taken out?
She turned back to look at the man behind her, "Did you take out all my clothes?"
Li Mochan nodded, a hint of amusent flickering in his eyes.
"Strange, could I have forgotten to take my pajamas?" Ye Jiuliang muttered to herself.
Li Mochan circled around her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, "Looking for sothing?"
"Pajamas," she replied helplessly, "I guess I left them behind."
Li Mochan’s eyes slightly lifted, a fleeting gleam crossing them, "Isn’t it just pajamas? Aren’t there clothes here?"
"These aren’t comfortable to sleep in," Ye Jiuliang gave him a look, who sleeps in jeans.
"Then take my shirt," he said, reaching for a black shirt and holding it against her for comparison.
"It should be enough to wear as a dress."
Ye Jiuliang looked at the shirt in his hand, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly.
Just the length of this shirt?
At best, it would be a miniskirt.
If she wore this, if he could stay put, that would be the real surprise.
She caught a glimpse of his robe out of the corner of her eye and smiled, "Mohan, why don’t you lend your robe instead?"
After all, the robe was longer; it could even drag on the floor when she wore it.
"You want my robe?" Li Mochan looked at her with a teasing smile, spreading his hands, "Then co and get it yourself."
Ye Jiuliang felt a sweetness in her throat, "..."
His grandpa’s.
He was shalessly brazen.
"Fine, I don’t want it anymore," she said. She couldn’t bring herself to strip his clothes off, and if he countered by accusing her of seducing him, that would really blow things up.
She didn’t want it, but he insisted on giving it to her.
Li Mochan grabbed her hand and pressed it to his waist, "Wolf girl, are you feeling shy?"
Knowing he was using reverse psychology, Ye Jiuliang still took the bait.
Shy?
Hah.
Impossible.
"These are your own words."
Composing herself, Ye Jiuliang swiftly untied his belt without looking elsewhere, pulled off his robe, and then without turning back, dashed to the bathroom.
She swore, aside from those well-defined abs, she saw nothing else.
The bathroom door slamd shut.
Li Mochan, holding back a laugh, reached for a pair of long pants from the wardrobe and put them on unhurriedly.
Half an hour had passed, and the person in the bathroom still hadn’t co out.
Li Mochan furrowed his brows, closed his book, and walked over in his slippers.
"Wolf girl." He raised his hand to knock on the door.
Inside, Ye Jiuliang was soaking in the bath, almost falling asleep; she grabbed a towel and casually wiped her hair, "Almost ready, coming out soon."
Finding only the robe at hand, Ye Jiuliang frustratingly realized that she hadn’t taken anything else.
Like, her undergarnts.
Could it be that she was expected to leave wearing only the robe?
Absolutely, NO!
Asking Li Mochan to fetch them for her seed a bit unrealistic.
"Wolf girl."
Li Mochan’s urging voice ca again from outside.
Ye Jiuliang mustered up courage, "Don’t rush , I’m drying my hair."
But the next second, her lie was exposed.
"The hairdryer is outside."
Ye Jiuliang crumbled.
Examining the silk robe on her, Ye Jiuliang steeled herself and cleared her throat, "Mohan, let’s discuss sothing."
"Help fetch..."
The words stuck in her throat, unable to co out.
Through the door, the amusent in Li Mochan’s eyes almost overflowed as he pretended to be confused, "Fetch what?"
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