Chapter 1221 - 385: I’m Still a Baby_2
Xiao Ruiyuan stared somberly at Mo Yan and muttered, "The smell on my clothes is also a bit strong." So he needed to change his clothes too.
The corners of Mo Yan’s lips twitched slightly as she caught a glimpse of her two younger sisters snickering. Her cheeks flushed with heat, she glared at the person starting to act pitiful, "With that face of yours, who would dare come close to you?" If no one got close, naturally they wouldn’t smell anything.
Xiao Ruiyuan remained silent, but his hand did not let go.
Mo Yan rolled her eyes and resignedly said, "Then come with us. I’ll see if my dad has any unworn clothes to give you a set."
Xiao Ruiyuan cleared his throat, his gaze shifting uncertainly, "No need, I brought my own clothes."
Mo Yan was speechless. This guy really didn’t consider himself an outsider, huh? He even had a change of clothes ready, so sure that his future father-in-law would let him stay the night?
It seemed Xiao Ruiyuan had guessed Mo Yan’s thoughts, and the slight curve of his lips revealed his cunning plan. He wasn’t certain that his father-in-law would allow him to stay overnight, but what if he got drunk and couldn’t even recognize the road?
Mo Yan led the two younger sisters to the backyard and first visited her father’s room. Opening the wardrobe, she quickly found a new set of clothes.
She handed the clothes to Xiao Ruiyuan, instructing him to try them on to see if they fit. Xiao Ruiyuan, looking at the moon-white clothes in his hands, frowned almost imperceptibly but said nothing and took the clothes to change in the inner room.
Listening to the rustling noises inside, Mo Yan miraculously discerned whether the person was removing his top or bottom and unconsciously began to sketch out a figure in her mind that was slender in clothes yet muscular without: a strong chest, powerful arms, a V-shaped torso, and long, straight legs...
When she caught her own inappropriate thoughts, Mo Yan snapped back to reality, vigorously fanned her scorching cheeks, and wished she could find a hole to crawl into. She was still a child, how could she imagine such unsavory images? Was it because she had never seen this man undressed that she couldn’t help but fantasize? Or was it possible that she was a bit lecherous at heart?