Chapter 1135 This is a rag
What cat ears and lace pajamas are all in the bag!
Ruan Qi took a deep breath, and the mouthwash cup in his hand fell on the washbasin, making a loud noise.
The loud noise brought her back to her senses.
The little girl ignored her soft legs, jumped off the washstand and rushed downstairs barefoot.
She is now full of eyes with only one thought-she must never let Xi Jiu discover what's in her bag!
First floor.
Xi Jiu has walked into the living room and picked up the bag that Ruan Qi put on the sofa.
The bag is a canvas messenger style. Xi Jiu unzipped the zipper and was about to reach out. Suddenly, Ruan Qi's tragic shout came out behind him——
"Don't move!"
The sound was so terrible, Xi Jiu, who was used to seeing the big scene, also shook his hands.
He turned around and saw the little girl in a white suspender nightdress with bare feet and disheveled hair, rushing downstairs at the speed of light, and went straight to the canvas bag in his hand.
Xi Jiu handed over the canvas bag subconsciously.
But Ruan Qi ran too fast, and when he ran in front of him, he couldn't stop the car, slipped his feet, and rushed forward with inertia.
Xi Jiu was afraid that she would fall, so she threw away what was in her hand without thinking, and reached out to pick her up.
Then... the canvas bag that was thrown out fell to the ground with the big head down.
In the opened zipper, a collar with a bell, a pair of white cat ears, and a white lace nightdress rolled out of the bag shyly.
Suddenly quiet and scary in the living room.
Xi Jiu's gaze fell on those few things motionlessly, and for a while, he withdrew his gaze, looking at the person in his arms with deep eyes.
"Baby." His voice was like the sea before the storm, calm but extremely dangerous, "What are these?"
Ruan Qi: "..."
The little girl did not speak.
Because she has been petrified.
Ruan Qi never dreamed that on the day of her twentieth birthday, there would be such an unforgettable large-scale social death scene.
Looking at the cat ear nightdress with collars rolled all over the floor, she covered her face in despair.
Don't want to live anymore.
Let her die.
On the tombstone, it reads 'He died at the age of 20 and died of shame on his birthday'.
Ruan Qi's whole person who collapsed was split apart, and he couldn't wait to pack up and move to Mars.
Xi Jiu looked at her red ear tips and neck with shame, a smile was dyed in the deep and dangerous black eyes.
He let go of Ruan Qi, bent down and hooked up the nightdress scattered on the ground with his fingers.
The fabric of the nightdress is very small, white and semi-transparent, and it is not as big as the palm of a man's hand.
Xi Jiu hooked the suspenders of the nightdress to unfold it, the soft silk fabric of the nightdress fell down, and the white lace was softly resting on his arm.
too thin.
Thin, it seems that it can be broken with just a slight tear.
Xi Jiu slowly rubbed the fingertips of her nightdress twice, and the ink under her eyes became thicker and thicker.
He embraced Ruan Qi's waist, pressed her into his arms, and then shook her nightdress in front of her. He asked again in a dumb voice: "Baby, what is this?"
Ruan Qi awkwardly wanted to pull out a Taj Mahal.
She pressed her face tightly with her hands, she didn't dare to look at the nightdress in front of her, and said like a mosquito: "...If I said it was a rag for cleaning the table, would you believe it?"
Xi Jiu was silent for a while, but couldn't help but laughed lowly.
... Ruan Qi is even more ashamed.
Her face was flushed red, she twisted and wanted to run. Xi Jiu knew that the little girl was thin-skinned and didn't dare to laugh anymore. She stretched out her arms and trapped her in her arms.
"Don't be angry." The man's cold voice was petting and smiling, "I believe in babies. It's not a nightdress, it's a rag."
Ruanbao: This is a rag!
Xi Ye: Yes, it's a rag.
Master Xi: Baby, put on the rag and try it tonight.
(End of this chapter)
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