When Qin Ling came out of the bathroom after his shower, his hair was already dry. He fiddled with the perfectly-fitting tracksuit, looking displeased.
"I don't want to wear this," Qin Ling frowned.
"Then what do you want to wear?" Tang Mo was confused. The clothes were brand new, the color was simple and looked good, and the size was perfect. 'What in the world is he complaining about?'
"I want to wear pajamas."
Since the clothes were new, Qin Ling plopped right down on Tang Mo's bed, then let himself sink back and lie down comfortably.
'A girl's bed is so soft. Momo's bed smells so good.'
Qin Ling couldn't help but sigh in contentment. He never wanted to get up again.
"In your dreams!"
Tang Mo kicked out at him. If he had just come up in the dead of night to sit for a bit before slipping away unnoticed, that would have been fine.
But if he stayed the night, left in the morning, and someone found out, she'd have no way to explain herself.
