She was startled and quickly pulled the covers back up.
"Who changed my clothes?"
Huo Beijiang raised an eyebrow. "Of course, it was your man, me. Besides me, who would dare to take your clothes off? Looking for a death wish, aren't they?"
"That's not it, you could have woken me up!" Besides, she had never worn this nightgown before; it was too revealing. The thin shoulder straps almost bared half of her white and full chest—if she wasn't careful, everything would be exposed with a simple movement.
The hemline was also very low, barely covering her perky buttocks, with her long, straight legs exposed. Even Nan Fei felt embarrassed looking at herself. The most shame-inducing aspect was the presence of kiss marks that still lingered on her pale skin, marks that hadn't yet had the chance to fade.
Wait a second… Why are there new kiss marks?
Ashamed, Nan Fei covered her chest with her hands and glared angrily at someone. "How could you steal a kiss from me?"
