Sitting at the head of Qi Jiu's bed, the one playing with his gun, wasn't it Ming Mei, wearing a hooded black sweatshirt, camouflage pants, military boots, and her hair just reaching her shoulders, blending sharpness with a unique feminine charm.
This was completely different from the Ming Mei in Qi Jiu's memory, who always wore expensive dresses with long, flowing hair.
The kind of aura that exuded from her bones had changed.
Ming Mei rolled her eyes at him: "You think everyone is like you, not making any progress in three years."
Qi Jiu was wearing only a pair of shorts, wrapping himself up in the blanket so that only his head was sticking out. When he looked at Ming Mei, she still felt a lingering fear, and just thinking about being completely seen by him made her want to cry.
Friend's wife can't be bullied, but a friend's wife seeing him naked, who could he reason with about that?
