Jiang Cheng ate the meal with his heart in his throat, even bracing himself for food poisoning.
Fortunately, aside from the burnt stir-fried green beans, the other dishes were fine.
Though they were a little bland, they were at least edible.
After dinner, Jiang Ruoxue changed into a silk nightgown and leaned against the sofa, hugging a teddy bear pillow as she watched TV.
Her fair, round legs rested casually on the floor, and her entire body exuded an air of laziness.
At the sight of this,
Jiang Cheng, who had just come out of the bathroom, had already gone numb.
These past few days, all three women had been like this at home, wandering around in skimpy sleepwear.
The pairs of long, pale legs had nearly dazzled his eyes!
At first, Jiang Cheng had righteously urged them to mind their image.
But as if they were deliberately defying him, those women did not even wear underwear...
Don't ask how he knew. As someone born with an innate auto-aim physique, he was troubled too.
"Ugh, this is torture!"
Jiang Cheng let out a helpless sigh.
When he saw Qin Yan chatting and laughing merrily with Li Shiyao nearby, the corner of his mouth twitched even harder.
Could it be that his Yan'er was a little slow?
It was one thing for her to dress like that, since the two of them knew each other inside out.
But Jiang Ruoxue and Li Shiyao were dressed like that too, and she did not have a single objection. Wasn't that a little too outrageous?
Just how much did she trust him?
"Brother."
At that moment, Li Shiyao suddenly called out to Jiang Cheng and ran over barefoot, her little pink feet pattering across the floor.
Brother?
Were those two playing that wild?
Qin