Naturally, the pajamas set didn't just include a top, but shorts as well.
Wen Jiaren looked at the tiny, narrow style in her hand and an image flashed through her mind... She shook her head, mentally criticizing Mu Qian as a secretive pervert, then walked up to the study and called out, "I'm taking a bath."
Then she carried the pajamas into the bathroom and turned off the water.
Mu Qian walked in from outside, closed the door, and began unbuttoning his shirt.
He had just undone one button when he paused and looked at the woman standing with her head down next to him, "What did you spray on yourself?"
The heavy scent of perfume filled the bathroom, a particularly pungent odor.
Wen Jiaren lifted her head and said with a light smile, "Perfume, it smells nice, doesn't it?"
Seeing Wen Jiaren's face, Mu Qian's brows instantly furrowed deeply enough to kill a fly.
