"What... What's wrong?" Andrew blushed.
Taylor had a good figure. She was wearing a purple nightgown with eggplant. The silk nightgown was very smooth, which set off her partly hidden and partly visible figure.
The two buttons of her pajamas were unbuttoned, and her cleavage appeared in front of him.
She didn't wear a brassiere. Her nipples were popping.
"What... What's the matter?"
Andrew deliberately looked away from her chest.
"No... nothing. I just want to see if you wake up or not." Taylor blushed with her hands clasped behind her back.
Her shoulders were shrugged, and her breasts were almost full of pajamas.
She hesitated for a while and said, "After lunch, are you going back to the school?"
Andrew couldn't help swallowing his saliva and felt a burning dryness in his throat.
"Yes, you are right!"
"Shall we go back together?"
"Okay."
"Okay."
The two of them felt like they had nothing to talk about.