"Don't! Put it on! It's cold, don't catch a cold." Ye Hao saw Xia Zhu really seemed like she didn't plan on wearing any clothes, and he smiled wryly...
Xia Zhu huffed coquettishly, "I'm not cold! I'm just not going to wear it."
As Xia Zhu said this, her gaze intentionally or unintentionally lingered on the bent-over body of Ye Hao, thinking to herself, maybe this man is feeling something?
Ye Hao evasively dodged Xia Zhu's gaze, and seeing this, Xia Zhu felt a sense of triumph inside.
So, she put on her bra, but as for the lower part, she didn't bother, just put on a nightgown and walked over to sit beside Ye Hao.
Xia Zhu saw the big man's flushed face and his bit out-of-sorts expression, and she felt like teasing Ye Hao a bit.
Xia Zhu looked at Ye Hao with a smile, asking, "How was it? Did it look good just now?"
"Not good." Ye Hao's gaze was evasive as he said.
