Su Yue nodded. "Mm."
"Alright then." Meiduo rested her case and shrugged. "Then take off your shirt, let me draw it first."
Su Yue nodded and pulled the shirt off her shoulder.
Of course, she only slipped it off.
It revealed her fair and smooth shoulder. She and Su Yan originally looked a little exotic—they were naturally very fair. But they didn't resemble foreigners, so her fairness was exquisite.
Su Yue was facing Meiduo with her back facing Ming Ansheng.
Ming Ansheng looked at her with blazing eyes.
Su Yue was trying her best to tug at her cotton t-shirt, and it was quite elastic.
Xuxu had bought her rather conservative clothes with round collars. So no matter how she pulled, she just couldn't pull the t-shirt down.
Meiduo saw that her attempts had been futile, so she stopped her. "Stop pulling your shirt. If you tear it, your family might think that something bad has happened to you."
