Mo Shu was a bit annoyed, "I didn't mean to keep watching for so long, if I did it on purpose, what would you do!"
Yu Siqiao was unexpectedly stirred by the question.
This...
Of course, I want to...
Yu Siqiao's face felt a bit warm, he didn't say anything more, but turned around and sat down by the bed.
Mo Shu quickly got dressed and came out.
She rarely wore a dudou, always feeling like it didn't cover anything.
But Zhaozhu, that careless maid, hadn't prepared any underwear for her.
So she had to reluctantly walk out wearing just the dudou. Mo Shu straightened her clothes and found that this red outfit surprisingly suited her well.
Mo Shu sat in front of the dressing mirror and picked up a wooden comb to comb her hair.
Yu Siqiao was sitting on the bed, watching her hands rise and fall, his gaze following the movement of her comb.
Soon, Mo Shu finished combing her hair and noticed that the man was actually staring at her.
He seemed...
A bit entranced.
