Just thinking about the scene... Qiao'er's face is already blushing furiously.
"Song Yanqing, you can go take a bath now," Xie Ruotong called out to him.
At this moment, he also got up from the ground bed and stood beside it.
Song Yanqing lifted the canopy and saw Xie Ruotong standing in front of him.
Xie Ruotong was wearing a white silk nightgown, which was somewhat wrinkled. It was uncertain whether it was naturally creased from her sleep or from just now...
In Song Yanqing's mind, many images flashed instantly.
In those images.
Under Xie Ruotong's nightgown was a dazzling red dudou (traditional Chinese undergarment).
Underneath the dudou was...
Song Yanqing's body instantly tensed up again.
The effects of the medicine had not completely worn off.
There were still residuals.
Song Yanqing left without even putting on his shoes.
Xie Ruotong could also feel the repulsion Song Yanqing had towards her.
So she didn't say anything more.
