Seeing her hesitation, Zac knew that the pajama was designed by herself. This muddle headed woman had always been confident in her fashion taste and design level. Even if someone doubted her, she didn't care. She just pretended that she didn't appreciate it. How could she be so depressed? Was it because...
He couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth unconsciously. "Do you care about my opinion very much?"
"I... I don't. " She lowered her head in a hurry, as if his guess was right, and her long eyelashes covered her sparkling eyes. She didn't understand why, but she cared about his thoughts very much. She didn't care when others doubted her taste and disliked her design. She just hoped... He liked it.
Her evasive look convinced him of something. "I see. You put on your night robe deliberately, and the trick is now covering up. You want me to see your gown inside."