The expression on Song Hee-hee's face gradually deepened.

And now the most critical question is, where is her corset?

She looked at the chiffon shirt on the bed, the fabric was silky and transparent, and she couldn't wear it without underwear.

Just as she was worried, she heard a knock on the door of her room.

Opening the door, Tang Zhihuan stood coldly at the door, with a light smile in his cold eyes: "Song Xixi, did you drop something?" ”

"Huh? What is it? Song Xixi clasped her hands in front of her chest, although she really wanted to have something happen to the man in front of her, but when she was conscious, and this man stood in front of her coldly, she was really ashamed.

Tang Zhihuan treats her honestly, and she just wants to be frank with Tang Zhihuan.

Tang Zhihuan stared at Song Xixi's flickering eyes, thinking that she was shy when she knew that something had fallen, and stretched out her hand behind her back: "Yours." ”

"Thank you......"

Song Xixi closed her eyes and took the underwear in front of her.

The man's slender fingers lightly hooked the shoulder straps, and the underwear swung a few times between the two of them like a swing as it was taken out from behind him.

Song Xixi hurriedly took it and hid behind him.

Tang Zhihuan withdrew his hand, the itchy feeling of the shoulder strap rubbing against his fingertips made him roll his Adam's apple, put his hand behind his back casually, and gently rubbed his thumb and middle finger twice.

"You change your clothes first, I'll wait for you in the living room."

When the man was about to leave, Song Xixi called out to him, and said after a long time: "This, why is it where are you?" ”

"You slept in the master bedroom yesterday."

"My ...... I mean, I was wearing it yesterday, how could it be... Dropped in your room. ”

No matter how thick-skinned Song Xixi was, he couldn't help but get red.

But she was curious, she wondered if it was really that last night.

Why didn't she feel anything at all?

Is it really like what Yu Cha said, Tang Zhihuan is not very good......

The man looked at her shyness, worried that she had misunderstood, coughed to relieve the embarrassment, and then explained: "You were drunk last night and wanted to sleep with me, and you took it off by yourself while lying on the bed, not me." ”

"I took it off myself?" Song Xixi blinked.

She has a habit of sleeping without underwear at night, but ......

"You...... Didn't do anything? ”

Tang Zhihuan coughed again, looked directly at Song Xixi's line of sight, and asked rhetorically: "You say, what should I do?" ”

Do what!

What do you say!

Song Xixi lowered his head, and his forehead was a little hot.

After thinking about it, she responded loudly: "You should stop me from taking it off, it makes me lose face......

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the man to respond, Song Xixi closed the door of the room, leaned against the door panel, and turned her whole face into a persimmon.

Looking at the underwear in his hand, he frowned slightly, is the white one too pure, so Tang Zhihuan has no idea?

Next time, next time she'll wear a black lace cut-out!

After twenty minutes of grinding, Song Xixi came out of the guest room.

And in the living room, the man leisurely made a cup of coffee, and put a thick computer book on his lap.

Seeing her come out, the man closed the book and looked her up and down.

The shawl-length curly hair is tied into a ball-headed head, the upper body is a white chiffon shirt, the white lace edges can be faintly seen, and he is wearing ultra-short jeans, revealing a pair of white long legs.

"Alright, let's go have breakfast."

Song Xixi nodded and followed him out of the door.

There are many breakfast shops near the apartment in the community, but Tang Zhihuan led Song Xixi to the parking lot.

Song Xixi was a little puzzled, and asked the man who started the accelerator sideways: "Where are we going to eat?" ”