The person inside took the item and immediately closed the bathroom door.
The next second, a roar came from the bathroom, "Mu Xingfeng—"
Right after, the bathroom door was opened, and An Ran ran out wrapped in a bath towel, with her small feet bare. Her hair was still wet and not yet dry, and her little face was red like a cherry in March, not sure if it was from the shower or some other reason.
Mu Xingfeng had been standing outside the bathroom door, hands in his pockets, listening to the noise inside, suppressing his laughter.
Seeing the little girl rush out like that, his shoulders shook with laughter.
An Ran didn't expect this guy to be so naughty. She had long forgotten about that piece of clothing but didn't anticipate that he could find it and hand it to her so openly to wear.
She was really too careless.
Seeing the perpetrator with a playful look, his eyes and brows laughing indecently, the furious An Ran directly threw the clothes in her hand at him.
