"I think I really do know why he sent me pajamas," Wen Qiao said, lifting her chin mysteriously, "Secret."
Jiang Yao asked curiously, "Why?"
"Not telling you," Wen Qiao said with a mysterious lift of her chin, "It's a secret."
"......"
Wen Qiao closed the box and carried it into the bedroom, placing it in the wardrobe.
She picked up her phone and sent a message to Fu Jinghen.
[Qiaoqiao's not full: I received the pajamas.]
[Fu Jinghen: Do you still like them?]
[Qiaoqiao's not full: They're okay, but why did you think to send me pajamas?]
[Fu Jinghen: I thought they were very suited to you.]
Wen Qiao laughed at this nonsensical reply.
[Qiaoqiao's not full: Oh, I see. And here I thought you meant what Jiang Yao said.]
[Fu Jinghen: What did she say?]
[Qiaoqiao's not full: She said pajamas are for sleeping, and you giving me pajamas meant you wanted to 'sleep' with me.]
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"Cough—cough, cough."
