"You have two minutes to explain."
The voice was calm and unruffled, revealing no particular emotion.
Lin Luxi covered her cheeks with her hands, secretly spreading her fingers to try to see Lu Huai'an's expression, so she could judge the level of anger. But as soon as her eyes opened a small slit, she saw that piece of nightwear, and quickly closed her eyes.
Her ears turned increasingly red, as if blood could drip out.
"... I didn't buy this."
The small, soft voice sounded extremely aggrieved.
Lu Huai'an's tall and slender figure stood beside the bed, the shadow cast on the floor was broken at the corner of the wall, his distinct features showed no slightest emotional fluctuation.
A deep voice devoid of joy or anger, "Jiang Muzhou gave it?"
When sight is absent, hearing becomes sharper than usual. Upon hearing the man's footsteps, Lin Luxi instinctively shrank back.
