Gu Qingxin suddenly felt as if she'd been struck by lightning...
In such a short period of time, Beiming Han had actually replaced all of her conservative pajamas with these...
She searched through the wardrobe where the pajamas were housed, even the most conservative ones were now silk strap nightgowns. The milk-like silk fabric draped on her body, perfectly outlining the delicate curves of a young girl...
Gu Qingxin returned to the bedroom despondently. After all that rooting around, she checked the time and it was already past midnight. She had no idea if Beiming Han would even come home.
As she was falling asleep, Gu Qingxin suddenly had a thought: Beiming Han always said that she was his!
But what about him? Who did he belong to?
The next day, when Gu Qingxin woke up, there were no signs that anyone had slept by her side.
Beiming Han actually didn't come home all night...