The Tipsy mu Xiaoxiao only wanted to sleep and didn't think about what Yin Shaojie was doing.
He told her to sit up, and she sat up obediently.
He asked her to raise her hand, and she did.
Yin Shaojie spent some effort to help her change into a new set of clothes.
Mu Xiaoxiao's skin was originally very fair, but now, with the black lace as a foil, it was like a freshly peeled egg, white and tender, and it felt like a baby's skin.
It had been inconvenient for her a few days ago, so he could only bear with it.
She didn't expect that her aunt would end it so quickly.
Yin Shaojie had long been thinking about how to make her fulfill this promise.
It just so happened that the drunk mu Xiaoxiao had a different flavor to her.
