Chapter 1506： Which underwear to wear

So when Fang Jiming went to take a bath, she began to dig through the cabinets and turned the entire closet upside down.

Which underwear should I wear, black? red? Pink? white? Or lace?

Which one is better looking and more sexy, so annoying.

And what kind of pajamas are better, conservative or sexy, or cute in this cartoon?

So nervous.

The last time it happened without her knowledge, without any preparation, this time we should dress up and make a good impression.

Just as she was struggling to pick, there was a laughing voice behind her.

"The black lace set looks good."

"Oh, this set?"

Wang Jiaohua heard the sound, then took out a set of black underwear, but stopped in the next second.

Who is speaking!

He turned his head, his face flushed!

Fang Jiming was wearing a bathrobe with his hands around his chest, looking at her with a smile.

Wang Jiaohua wanted to dig a hole and bury herself.

It's so special!

I was ashamed of my grandma's house.

"It's not... I... I'm not... I..."

She wanted to explain, but she had already started to stutter, she couldn't say a complete sentence at all.

"In fact, you don't have to worry about what to wear. It's better if you don't wear it. You have to take it off anyway."

"Senior!"

Wang Jiaohua blushed with shame, stomped her feet, picked up a piece of clothing and rushed into the bathroom.

Fang Jiming raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully.

Wang Jiaohua ran into the bathroom, closed the door with her backhand, then rushed to the Liuli platform, unscrewed the faucet, and patted her face with the water.

It's just that the red tide on that face can't go down.

What a shame.

Did that man walk without a sound? I didn't know if he ran behind her.

Taking a bath tonight is definitely the longest and cleanest she has ever had.

I washed it five times before and after.

She was too nervous, thinking about dragging it out a little longer, maybe Fang Jiming was already asleep.

After taking a shower, she looked at the pajamas she had brought in in a hurry, embarrassed.

Why did she bring in Fang Jiming's shirt here!

After hesitating for a long time, he finally bit the bullet and put on his shirt.

Fang Jiming, who was leaning against the bed and playing with his mobile phone, straightened his eyes when he saw the person coming out of the bathroom.

The loose shirt looked a little petite when worn on her body.

The sleeves were rolled up, revealing two forearms like snow.

The shirt is very long, just to the thigh, looming.

As soon as he thought of putting his shirt on her, Fang Jiming felt a burst of evil fire, and he reacted instantly.

His eyes were fiery, and Wang Jiaohua seemed to be burned by fire.

She walked to the dressing table somewhat restrainedly, put her hair down, and was about to comb her hair.

The hand froze.

Because she saw a box of sets on the dressing table.

The package had been opened, and Wang Jiaohua glanced at it. There seemed to be five inside.

The blood on her face has hardly receded.

Especially when Fang Jiming was walking towards her from the mirror, it was even more so red.

Fang Jiming picked up the comb and gently combed her hair.

Then put down the comb and picked her up.

Wang Jiaohua didn't move, let him hold it, and gently put it on the bed.

Then he unbuttoned her very gently and kissed every inch of her skin tenderly.

His breathing became heavier and heavier, and his movements changed from being gentle at the beginning to fierce and eager.