What cat ears and lace pajamas are all in the bag!
Ruan Qi took a deep breath, and the mouthwash cup in her hand fell on the sink with a loud noise.
The loud noise brought her back to her senses.
The little girl ignored her weak legs and jumped down from the washbasin and rushed downstairs barefoot.
She has only one thought in her mind now - Xi Jiu must not be allowed to discover the contents of the bag!
First floor.
Xi Jiu had already walked into the living room and picked up the bag Ruan Qi placed on the sofa.
The bag was a canvas cross-body style. Xi Jiu unzipped the zipper and was about to reach out when Ruan Qi's tragic cry suddenly sounded behind her——
"Don't move!"
The sound was so miserable that even Xi Jiu, who was used to big scenes, started shaking her hands.
He turned around and saw a little girl wearing a white suspender nightdress with bare feet and disheveled hair, rushing downstairs at the speed of light and heading straight for the canvas bag in his hand.
Xi Jiu subconsciously handed over the canvas bag.
But Ruan Qi was running too fast. When she ran in front of him, she couldn't stop the car. Her feet slipped and her body jumped forward with inertia.
Xi Jiu was afraid that she would fall, so she threw away the things in her hands without thinking and reached out to pick her up.
Then...the thrown canvas bag fell headfirst to the ground.
Inside the zipper that had been opened, a collar with a bell, a pair of white cat ears, and a white lace nightgown rolled out of the bag shyly.
"..."
The living room suddenly became eerily quiet.
Xi Jiu's eyes fell on those things motionlessly. After a while, he looked back and looked at the person in his arms with his deep eyes.
"Baby." His voice was like the sea before a storm, calm but extremely dangerous, "What are these?"
Ruan Qi: "..."
The little girl said nothing.
Because she has been petrified.
Ruan Qi never dreamed that on her twentieth birthday, such an unforgettable large-scale social death scene would appear.
Looking at the little cat-eared nightgown with a collar rolled all over the floor, she covered her face in despair.
I don’t want to live anymore.
Let her die.
It says on the tombstone, ‘I died at the age of 20 because of shame on my birthday.’
Ruan Qi's whole body was broken apart by the collapse, and she wished she could just pack up her luggage and move to Mars.
Xi Jiu looked at the tips of her ears and neck, which were red with embarrassment, with a smile in her deep and dangerous black eyes.
He let go of Ruan Qi, bent down and used his fingers to pick up the nightgown scattered on the ground.
The fabric of the nightgown is very small, white and semi-transparent, and the ball is not as big as the palm of a man's hand.
Xi Jiu hooked the straps of the nightgown and unfolded it. The soft silk fabric of the nightgown hung down, and the white lace lay softly on his arms.
Too thin.
It's so thin that it seems to break if you tear it lightly.
Xi Jiu's fingertips hooked on her nightgown and rubbed it twice slowly, the dark color under her eyes became thicker and thicker.
He grabbed Ruan Qi's waist, pressed her into his arms, then waved her nightgown in front of her, and asked again in a hoarse voice: "Baby, what is this?"
"..."
Ruan Qi felt embarrassed and wanted to pick out a Taj Mahal.
She covered her face tightly with her hands, not daring to look at the nightgown in front of her, and said in a whisper: "...if I said it was a rag used to clean the table, would you believe it?"
"..."
Xi Jiu was silent for a moment. She couldn't hold it back and laughed softly.
...Ruan Qi is even more ashamed.
Her face was red with shame, and she twisted around and wanted to run away. Xi Jiu knew that the little girl was thin-skinned and did not dare to laugh anymore, so he stretched out his long arms to trap her in his arms.
"Don't be angry." The man's cold voice was doting and smiling, "I believe the baby, it's not a nightgown, it's a rag."