He went to the cloakroom to get pajamas and coincidentally discovered a box in the corner with a lid that couldn't be closed, filled with his clothes, unfolded and stuffed in carelessly.
He curled his lips and snorted with a laugh.
He fetched the pajamas for her to change into, his body not touching the bed, always bending down, his shirt and suit pants all wet, barefoot, avoiding the carpet while walking, leaving wet footprints all over the floor.
"I'm all wet too, where did you hide my clothes?"
"Did I hide them?"
Chu Yao lay there, turning her face to the side, resting on her arms, her eyes slightly raised, scanning inch by inch over his wet body, then brazenly meeting his face, "I didn't hide them, you should look carefully."
Mo Tingshen knew well her usual self, and he deliberately said, "If I find them, will you let me wear them?"
Chu Yao didn't give a reply.
"You'll let me wear them, right, okay."
