A gift?
No wonder he was wrapped up so tightly.
'Is it a gown this time, or jewelry?'
Jiang Qingli loved receiving gifts from Baili Jing, so she reached out and eagerly pulled back the blanket.
But after just one second, she quickly threw the blanket back over him, clutching it tightly with her fingers, wrapping him up even more securely than before.
As if she'd seen something shocking, the girl's fair face instantly flushed crimson, and her curled lashes trembled uncontrollably.
She lowered her head, staring at her fingers gripping the blanket, feeling as if she'd forgotten how to breathe.
Opening her mouth, Jiang Qingli finally asked, "How could you... come out dressed like that..."
"Hm?" Baili Jing seemed to let out a soft chuckle. "Like what?"
His warm breath ghosted across the side of her face, making it tickle slightly.
Jiang Qingli furrowed her brows a little and mumbled, "You're asking even though you already know."
