Little brother, are you planning to break my hand?
He looked down and saw the clothes he had prepared for Rong Zhi last time. He blinked and smiled ambiguously, "Little brother really keeps me in his heart, already prepared clothes for me."
Rong Zhi stood with arms crossed by the closet door, watching him with an expressionless face, "If you don't change, I'll throw it away."
Bai Su definitely wasn't going to throw it away.
After he dressed and turned around, Rong Zhi was already looking down, replying to messages. Late at night, her WeChat was still buzzing; it showed how many people had messaged throughout the day.
Bai Su stood for a long time before reaching out to poke her face.
"Hmm?" Rong Zhi sounded puzzled and then frowned.
The clothes fit him even better than on her, obviously these were his. Rong Zhi didn't mind this. Her gaze moved down to the towel around his waist.
Oh right, there were no suitable pants for him.
