Chapter 1137 This Is a Rag
What kind of cat ears and lace pajamas are all in the bag!
Ruan Qi gasped, and the mouthwash cup in her hand fell on the washstand, making a loud noise.
The loud bang brought her back to her senses.
The little girl didn't care about her weak legs, she jumped off the washstand and rushed downstairs barefoot.
Now she has only one thought in her heart and eyes - she must never let Xi Jiu find out what's in the bag!
first floor.
Xi Jiu has already walked into the living room and picked up the bag Ruan Qi put on the sofa.
The bag is a canvas cross-body style. Xi Jiu unzipped the zipper and was about to reach out when Ruan Qi's tragic cry suddenly sounded from behind——
"Don't move!"
The voice was so miserable that even Xi Jiu, who was used to big scenes, trembled.
When he turned around, he saw the little girl in a white suspender nightgown with bare feet and disheveled hair rushing downstairs at the speed of light, heading straight for the canvas bag in his hand.
Xi Jiu subconsciously handed over the canvas bag.
But Ruan Qi ran too fast, and when he ran in front of him, he couldn't stop the car a little bit, his feet slipped, and his body rushed forward inertially.
Xi Jiu was afraid that she would fall, so without thinking, she dropped the thing in her hand and reached out to pick her up.
And then... the canvas bag that was thrown fell to the ground head-first.
From the unzipped zipper, a collar with a bell, a pair of white cat ears, and a white lace nightdress rolled out of the bag shyly.
"..."
The living room was suddenly eerily quiet.
Xi Jiu's gaze fell on those few things motionlessly, and after a while, she withdrew her gaze and looked at the person in her arms with deep eyes.
"Baby." His voice was like the sea before a storm, calm but extremely dangerous, "What are these?"
Ruan Qi: "..."
The little girl didn't speak.
Because she has petrified.
Ruan Qi never dreamed that on her twentieth birthday, there would be such an unforgettable large-scale death scene.
Looking at the cat-eared nightdress with a collar that rolled all over the floor, she covered her face in despair.
I don't want to live anymore.
let her die.
On the tombstone, it is written, "At the age of 20, he died of shame on his birthday."
Ruan Qi's collapsed whole body was split apart, wishing he could just pack up and move to Mars.
Xi Jiu looked at her ears and neck flushed with shame, and smiled in her deep and dangerous black eyes.
He let go of Ruan Qi, bent down and hooked up the little nightdress scattered on the ground with his fingers.
The fabric of the nightdress is very little, white and translucent, and the balls are not as big as a man's palm.
Xi Jiu hooked the suspenders of the nightgown and unfolded it, the soft silk fabric of the nightgown fell down, and the white lace was softly draped over his arms.
too thin.
It is so thin that it can be broken with just a slight tear.
Xi Jiu slowly stroked the fingertips hooking her nightgown twice, and the ink in her eyes became thicker and darker.
He hugged Ruan Qi's waist, pressed her into his arms, then shook her nightgown in front of her, and asked again in a hoarse voice: "Baby, what is this?"
"..."
Ruan Qi was embarrassed and wanted to dig out a Taj Mahal.
She covered her face tightly with her hands, not daring to look at the nightdress in front of her, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "...If I said it was a rag for wiping the table, would you believe it?"
"..."
Xi Jiu was silent for a while, but couldn't hold back, and let out a low laugh.
... Ruan Qi was even more ashamed.
Her embarrassing little face was flushed, and she twisted her body and wanted to run away. Knowing that the little girl was thin-skinned, Xi Jiu didn't dare to smile anymore, so she stretched out her long arms and trapped her in her arms.
"Don't be angry." The man's cold voice was loving and smiling, "I believe in the baby, it's not a nightgown, it's a rag."
Ruanbao: This is a rag!
Master Xi: Yes, it’s a rag.
Grandpa Xi: Honey, put on the rag and try it tonight.