"Fiancé, I think you usually have a little bit of a sass, but it's not so much, why do you still have this hobby?"

Rong Sheng couldn't understand what she was saying at all: "What kind of hobby?" ”

Hua Yu stood up from the side of the bed, knelt on one leg on the bed, and lifted the quilt, which was full of piles of pajamas.

I didn't think anything was wrong with it, it was all black.

Immediately after, Hua Ling stretched out two thin white fingers and twisted a shoulder strap of the pajamas next to her.

Thin as cicada wings, like light gauze material.

It should be the same as not wearing it.

Rong Sheng: "......"

Rong Sheng was stunned.

What the?

Pajamas?!

Rong Sheng stared at the ghost thing called pajamas, and couldn't get back to his senses for a long time.

Hua Ling threw the pajamas on the floor, then picked up another one.

It's also black.

More explicit than the previous piece.

Partitioned, even bikinis are more conservative than this.

She picked it up one by one to show him, one by one more exciting than the other, and there were piles on the ground.

Then Hua Ying tilted her head and stared at him: "Fiancé, the pajamas you prepared are a little different from the pajamas I understand." ”

Rong Sheng: "......"

It's not like pajamas as he understands them.

But......

Rong Sheng's throat rolled down slightly, imagining in his mind what his lovely fiancée would look like in these clothes.

Suddenly I felt like I was going to have a nosebleed.

None of these clothes were prepared by him.

When he was playing mahjong with those guys a few days ago, he said that he wanted to prepare some girls' clothes, and Zhong Sibai, that idiot, heard it, so he rushed to say that he was very experienced and wanted to prepare it for him.

He made a request and went with him.

He didn't look much at it after it was delivered, and let them all hang in the cabinet.

The result, is this special?

Rong Sheng cleared his throat, but he still couldn't control his voice and was a little hoarse: "This is ...... Someone else prepared it for me. ”

Hua Ling's eyes stared at him in obvious disbelief, as if to say-

Edit, you just continue to make up.

Rong Sheng wanted to explain, but he felt that he couldn't speak.

He really doesn't have this special fetish, he's a man of integrity!

"I know that they are too unreliable, and I will prepare them for you personally next time."

The man stood there with his hands in his trouser pockets, the light above his head swaying, his handsome face shrouded in half-light and half-darkness.

On that handsome face, his eyebrows twisted slightly, and he said this sentence very seriously.

Looking at his serious appearance, Hua Ying couldn't help but want to laugh, she sat down directly on the big bed and looked up at him: "Or?" ”

Rong Sheng: "......"

The girl was wearing his shirt, her long hair still wet and scattered, staring at him with those clean eyes.

Ask him, either?

But based on the last time, she asked him either, and it would be followed by a sentence.

Do you want takeout?

Rong Sheng cleared his throat and thought for a while: "Takeout, it's unhealthy to eat too much takeaway, Aunt Zhang is cooking downstairs, hungry?" ”

Hua Ying stared at him for a moment, leaned over slightly, and opened the drawer of the bedside table.

When she leaned over, her fair neck and jade-like skin were exposed.

It shook his eyes a little.

Rong Sheng swept the tip of his tongue over the back molars, silently looked away, and took a deep breath.

Hua Ling took out a bunch of small boxes from the drawer and looked at him with raised eyebrows: "Fiancé, you are well prepared, even this is ready." ”