The nightdress was as thin as a cicada's wing, and it was so tiny that Ye Shengge didn't know how much flesh it could cover.
Her face turned red as she imagined herself wearing it.
Wasn't… Wasn't this too much?
She had just done it the other night. Could this man… take it?
Besides, if she were to lie on his bed like that, would he take it? Or would he throw her out in a fit of anger.
Ye Shengge felt a bit conflicted, but also ashamed.
Sister Xiu walked in and noticed her spacing out. Thus, she smiled and said, "Young Madam, do you still like this set of nightwear?"
Ye Shengge felt as if she had just been scalded. She threw the piece of clothing on the bed and put on a calm expression. "No! Ji Shiting won't like it either!"
"Who says so? Young Master will like anything Young Madam wears." Sister Xiu winked at her.
"Not necessarily…" Ye Shengge smiled dryly.
