Being dragged by Gu Moqian with large strides toward the bed, Ji Wei wore a confused expression: "Aren't you going to deal with the Second Young Master Xi?"
The man glanced back at the door, his brows lightly furrowed, his voice deep: "Ignore him."
What exactly... is going on?
Ji Wei was utterly baffled by Gu Moqian's actions.
When they reached the bed, he suddenly pressed her down to sit on it, his deep gaze sweeping over her silk nightgown: "Dressed like this in front of another man, just what were you thinking, hmm?"
His voice was low, magnetic, irresistibly seductive.
She stared at him blankly for a few seconds before lowering her head to glance at herself.
The pink silk camisole nightgown revealed her shoulders and the collarbones on her chest—it seemed perfectly normal. Besides, the level of exposure was much more modest than a deep V-neck; it wasn't too revealing, right?
