"Tsk, I wonder who had requested for the pajamas, him or her?"
"Of course it's Mr. Hudson who asked for it!" Given Dylan's temperament, there wouldn't be any woman who could suppress him.
The other guy was shocked to hear that.
He couldn't control himself anymore and asked, "What kind of obsession is this? They are just having sex and he needs her to wear such a specific item? This is so perverted..."
As he finished speaking, a smack came down on his head.
His friend threw him into the car and said, "Even if Mr. Hudson wants to do that, you can't call him a pervert! How is that perverted? He's in a class of his own. He's unique!"
Sitting in the car with a worried look, he wondered if Mr. Hudson might have been hurt in the past by some woman dressed in ice silk pajamas.
The two of them drove off.
In the meantime, Dylan went upstairs with the pajamas.
Lily was seated on the sofa, still dressed in her own clothes but she had tied up her hair.
