Packing together

The bra had thin straps, the lace soft and intricate, and the matching panties barely visible when worn.

It was a piece she never showed anyone, and now, here it was, in Wu Yuxuan's hands.

Chen Lin's breath hitched, her heart somersaulting in her chest as her eyes locked onto the piece in Wu Yuxuan's hands.

Time seemed to freeze, and for one agonizing second, neither of them moved.

Then she sprang into action, darting around the bed with the grace of a startled cat.

"W-Wu Yuxuan!" she sputtered, her voice an octave higher than usual.

Before he could so much as blink, she snatched the lingerie from his hands, clutching it to her chest as if shielding it from further scrutiny.

Her face burned so fiercely she thought it might catch fire.