There were two things that surprised Chen Fang.
The first was this table full of delicious food with excellent color, aroma, and taste.
Two meat dishes, one vegetable, and one soup.
Although they were all home-cooked dishes, both the presentation and aroma had already reached the level of a master chef.
The second was Gu Mengsheng's attire.
She was neither wearing a bathrobe nor pajamas, but rather one of Chen Fang's t-shirts.
On her, the t-shirt belonging to Chen Fang, who was over six feet tall, naturally hung loosely.
Under such circumstances,
her proud chest naturally couldn't be highlighted.
However, the hem, just barely covering her bottom, perfectly outlined her long, white legs.
Especially given the size,
it seemed with a careless move, the scene below would be exposed.
There was a sort of mysterious allure, like a hidden beauty teasing from behind a lute.
Believe it or not, this kind of attire was even more seductive than being completely naked.
