Chapter 10 I Didn’t Bring a Change of Clothes
"Wait a minute." She hurriedly called out to him.
His tall figure halted at the doorway, his still semi-damp black hair lying flat against his head.
"I didn't bring a change of clothes, could you possibly..." The words 'borrow your clothes' felt overly intimate; she just couldn't get them out, yet, to help him pack his luggage, she couldn't exactly go in just a bath towel.
She only got halfway through her sentence, unsure if he understood her, and even if he did, she wondered if he would be averse to lending his clothes to her, after all...
"Put it on." A sleep shirt still holding the warmth of the man's body was tossed in front of her, instantly filling the surroundings with a masculine scent.
Gu Qili dazedly lifted her head, then immediately closed her eyes again, wishing she could bury herself in the bedding. The man standing against the light wore only boxer briefs, his limbs long and perfectly toned.
She dared only to glance once before looking away, closing her eyes as if those long legs were always shimmering in front of her.
After a lengthy silence, there were no more sounds outside the door. Gu Qili cautiously peeked out, the man had long since left, certainly not standing there for her visual pleasure.
Mu Shuoqian's clothes were like an ancient floor-length robe on her, covering her hands and feet entirely.
She had no choice but to roll up the sleeves several times, then flip the hem of the sleep shirt to her waistline and tie it with a belt in the middle, making it look like a skirt.
The outfit was rather peculiar, but fortunately, it was snugly wrapped.