Song Qingchun was startled for a moment before she realized the messy state that she was in.
No wonder so many people were looking at me sideways when I went shopping just now.
With a blush rising to her face, Song Qingchun snatched the white t-shirt from Su Zhinian and nodded with a soft "hmm" before rushing upstairs.
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When Song Qingchun moved out of Su Zhinian's bungalow, she had pretty much hauled all of her clothes away with her. Su Zhinian searched for a long time throughout the second floor, and the biggest T-shirt he could find was barely enough to cover the lower half of Song Qingchun's buttocks.
Song Qingchun stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and tried to pull the shirt down several times before heading downstairs.
