It wasn't long before Qin Xin walked out of the fitting room wearing a sling. This pair was chosen by Wu Xin as her pajamas.

"Wu Xin, how about it?" Qin Xin's smiling face, a woman shopping, like a boy who likes to surf the Internet, once trapped, can not extricate themselves.

"I think it's all right. Why don't you ask the iron pillar?" Wu Xin said with a smile.

Qin Xin blushed and stared at Wu Xin. Naturally, she was embarrassed to wear this dress in front of Zhao Tiezhu. She looked in the mirror. It was a pure white sling nightdress, matched with her snow-white skin, which made...