Chapter 1135

What cat ears, lace pajamas are all in the bag!

Ruan Qi took a breath, and the mouthwash cup in his hand fell on the washstand and made a loud noise.

The loud noise revived her.

Ignoring her soft legs, the little girl jumped down from the washstand and rushed downstairs barefoot.

She is full of one thought now - Xi Jiu must not find the things in the bag!

ground floor.

Xi Jiu has entered the living room and picked up Ruan Qi's bag on the sofa.

The bag was a Canvas Messenger Style. Xi Jiu opened the zipper and was about to stretch out his hand. Suddenly, Ruan Qi shouted like a mortal——

"Don't move!"

The sound was terrible. Rao was used to seeing the big audience. Xi Jiu also shook his hand.

When he turned around, he saw the little girl in the white suspender nightdress, barefoot and disheveled, rushing downstairs at the speed of light and straight to the canvas bag in his hand.

Xi Jiu subconsciously handed over the canvas bag.

But Ruan Qi ran so fast that he couldn't stop the car when he ran in front of him. He slipped under his feet and jumped forward with inertia.

Xi Jiu was afraid of her falling. Without thinking about it, she threw away the things in her hand and reached out to pick her up.

Then... The thrown canvas bag fell down to the ground.

In the zipper that had been opened, a collar with a bell, a pair of white cat ears and a small white lace nightdress rolled out of the bag shyly.

“……”

The living room was suddenly quiet and frightening.

Xi Jiu's eyes fell on those things motionless. For a long time, he took back his eyes and looked at the person in his arms.

"Baby." his voice was like the sea before the storm, calm but extremely dangerous, "what are these?"

Ruan Qi: "

The little girl didn't speak.

Because she's petrified.

Ruan Qi never dreamed that such an unforgettable large-scale social death scene would appear on her 20th birthday.

Looking at the rolled collar and cat ear Nightgown, she covered her face in despair.

I don't want to live.

Let her die.

The tombstone says, "he was 20 years old and died of shame on his birthday.".

Ruan Qi's whole collapse split, and he wanted to pack up and move to Mars directly.

Xi Jiu looked at her blushing ears and neck and smiled in her deep and dangerous black eyes.

He loosened Ruan Qi, bent down and hooked up the small sleeping skirt scattered on the ground with his fingers.

The material of the nightdress is few, white and semi transparent. It is not as big as the palm of a man's hand.

Xi Jiu hung the sling of the nightdress and unfolded it. The soft silk fabric of the nightdress fell, and the white lace was soft on his arm.

It's too thin.

It seems that the thin can be broken as long as it is torn gently.

Xi Jiu slowly rubbed the fingertips of her nightdress twice, and the ink color under her eyes became thicker and thicker.

He grabbed Ruan Qi's waist, pressed her into his arms, then shook her in front of her with a sleeping skirt, and asked again in a dumb voice, "baby, what's this?"

“……”

Ruan Qi is embarrassed and wants to dig out a Taj Mahal.

She tightly covered her face with her hands and dared not look at the nightdress in front of her. Her voice was like a fine mosquito: "... If I said it was a rag used to wipe the table, would you believe it?"

“……”

Xi Jiu was silent for a moment. He couldn't help laughing.

... Ruan Qi is even more ashamed.

Her shy little face turned red and twisted to run. Xi Jiu knew that the little girl was thin skinned and didn't dare to laugh again. He stretched out his long arm and trapped her in his arms.

"Don't be angry." the man's cold voice spoiled and smiled. "I believe the baby. It's not a nightdress, it's a rag."