630 Pregnancy (17)_1

Her pile of undies was tossed onto the floor one by one by the regimental commander!

Seeing a stringy thong, Wen Nuan's face turned beet red, unsure whether to pick it up.

She turned her head and saw Qin Shaojin's gaze resting upon it, and she stammered out, "You... you go out first."

Qin Shaojin stood there, impeccably dressed, and said, "The regimental commander is searching for evidence."

"...!"

Wen Nuan tried to push Qin Shaojin out, but she stepped on the thong, slipped, and fell right into Qin Shaojin's arms!

Qin Shaojin steadied Wen Nuan by the waist, "You really will try any trick."

Wen Nuan looked up at Qin Shaojin's infuriating face, straightened up with effort, glanced down, and kicked the thong under the bed.

Qin Shaojin lit a cigarette and left Wen Nuan's bedroom, stood by the living room window, and looked outside, a vague restlessness gnawing at him.