After Qin Wentian left, there were only Qin Hao and Lin Yuhan left in the bedroom.
Qin Hao looked at Lin Yuhan, his gaze sweeping over her entire body, and then he chuckled playfully: "Oh, Yu Han, you're having a fine time here playing cosplay, aren't you?"
Lin Yuhan was now wearing an apron, tied up in the corner; it felt great, giving off a bit of a uniform temptation vibe.
"Cosplay your sister!"
Lin Yuhan rolled her eyes dramatically, almost bursting with anger from Qin Hao, and then she snorted: "Hurry up and untie this lady!"
"Alright." Qin Hao smiled and went over to untie Lin Yuhan, only to be momentarily stunned when she suddenly leaped into his arms.
"Yu Han..."
Qin Hao stroked Lin Yuhan's hair, knowing well that she was frightened today.
"Don't say anything, just stay with me."
Lin Yuhan clung tightly to Qin Hao, feeling as though she was anchored in a safe harbor, so peaceful and secure.
