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Xiaoxiao liked to put her face Yin Shaojie"s back.

At that time, she only thought it to be a warm and loving scene.

But now, she felt like doing what Xiaoxiao did, to let Ye Sijue carry her on his back. She also wanted to put her face on his back just like Xiaoxiao.

After a while, Ye Sijue came back with her indoor slippers in his hand.

He walked up to her, squatted down and helped her put the slippers on.

From this point of view, Mo Xiaomeng could just faintly see inside of the bath towel, something rod-shaped at his thighs…

Her face burned hot, realizing which part of him she had just seen and she quickly turned her gaze away when he wasn"t looking.

Luckily, she didn"t see it clearly!

After putting on her slippers, he took her little hand and got her down from the bed.

"You changed your clothes?" He looked at her outfit up and down and nodded as though he was very pleased with it.

Mo Xiaomeng suddenly had the feeling that they seemed like husband and wife…

"Yeah. Is this outfit okay?" She was a little uncomfortable and wanted to s.h.i.+ft the subject.

However, why did this topic also seem like something that came up between couples?

Ye Sijue nodded. "It"s very nice."

He took her little hand as they walked to the cloakroom. "Come and help me pick one. See which one I should wear."

Mo Xiaomeng was stunned. Why did this topic still seem like something for a couple?

"I don"t know how to choose. Choose it yourself."

Ye Sijue opened the closet, took out a s.h.i.+rt and asked her, "How"s this?"

"It"s nice," she said casually.

Ye Sijue glanced at her dress, his eyes containing his amus.e.m.e.nt. "This one then."

With that said, he released her hand and immediately changed right in front of her.

His strong arm stretched out and in a smooth motion, he put on the s.h.i.+rt.

Mo Xiaomeng stared blankly for a moment. She felt that the way he wore his s.h.i.+rt was very das.h.i.+ng. Her heart skipped a beat.

"I"ll just wear these pants then." Ye Sijue took out another piece of clothing from the closet.

Recovering her senses, Mo Xiaomeng anxiously retreated a couple of steps, stuttering as she said, "G-go and change then! I"ll go out first!"

Then she escaped.

She was afraid that he would just take off the towel covering his lower body and change into the pants right in front of her.

That scene was just too…

Mo Xiaomeng"s face was red and steam was almost blowing from her crown. She fanned herself with her hands in desperation to relieve the heat from her face.

She glanced to the washroom and went in quickly to wash her face.

After a few minutes, Ye Sijue had changed his clothes and came out.

"Are we going now?" she asked, sitting on the sofa feeling a little ill at ease. Her gaze unconsciously fell upon his trousers, and her mind was filled with the thought of him putting on her slippers for her and her imagination of him taking off his towel and wearing the pants in front of her…

Stop thinking! Stop thinking!

Mo Xiaomeng puffed up her cheeks and breathed out.

She felt that she was too odd. She clearly wouldn"t think about these things in the past. Why was she thinking about these things now?

In America, people were open about s.e.x. When she was in middle school, many of her female cla.s.smates already had boyfriends and lost their virginities. Some of them, though without boyfriends, still had a s.e.xual relations.h.i.+p with many boys.

Her cla.s.smates often made dirty jokes, and sometimes when Mo Xiaomeng didn"t understand them, she became the joke instead.

But even when she understood them, she wasn"t very interested in these things.

Oh yeah, when she played at the beach, she also saw lots of boys baring their upper bodies. They were in very good shape, but why didn"t her imagination run wild like now?