Claire was holding a nightgown in her hand.
The nightgown was black, made of lace, with a deep V-neckline. There were some decorative patterns embroidered on the chest and cuffs. It wasn't vulgar, and it was about knee-length.
Jade guessed that Claire would definitely take this one, but he still raised his eyebrows intentionally and said, "Assistant Tan, I don't want this one, I want the dark gray ice silk pajamas."
Claire came closer, stuffed the nightgown into Jade's hands, leaned over, rubbed her head against Jade's jaw, and her hair brushed against Jade's neck. Her lips were pressed against Jade's ear, and her clear voice penetrated into her heart through the ear: "Sister, this dress is made of soft material, it must be comfortable to wear. If you feel cold, I'll turn on the air conditioner and you can wear this, okay?"
Jade lowered his eyes and his gaze met those clear eyes.
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