Mo Tianqi glanced at the clothes scattered carelessly across the floor with an amused smile. “Do you think any of these are wearable?”
Su Yutong looked at Mo Tianqi’s perfectly unwrinkled suit and said, sounding a little disgruntled, “Someone even sent you clothes. Couldn’t you get me a set too? There’s a saying that one night together earns a hundred days of affection. Even if we’re not married, we’ve still got something like a husband-and-wife bond, don’t we?”
