Duan Jintian sat on the bed and started to daydream.
She raised her head to look at the ceiling and began to struggle internally.
However, she really couldn't fall asleep. Even if the room was girlish, she didn't have a sense of belonging.
The place she wanted to get close to was where Xirong fuchen was.
She could still feel the strength of the hug and the elegant and clean aura.
Duan Jintian thought about Leng shiqin's words, rubbed her hair, and looked at the time.
Then, she took a deep breath and quietly went to the living room to get the box.
Duan Jintian started rummaging through her luggage. She took out her undergarments and measured them with her hands. She felt like fainting.
Really, if Leng shiqin hadn't asked her to buy it that day, she really wouldn't have bought such underclothes.
However, in order to get closer to her Chen Gege, Duan Jintian gritted her teeth and put it on.
Then, she put on her pajamas.
