The realistic blue butterfly seemed extraordinarily alluring and dazzling on her pale skin.
Su Qianxun pulled up her shirt, but her eyebrows were still tightly furrowed. She had a theory in her mind. 'Does this butterfly's change in color have something to do with me having s*x with that man?
'And what does the first and fifteenth day of the month mean?
'What's the connection between these two matters?'
Su Qianxun sighed. Since she could not figure it out, it was best not to think about it first. So what if she knew what was going on? Right now, she had no ability to change anything.
After Su Qianxun walked out of the room, Aunt Qi happily brought her to the walk-in closet to change her clothes.
"Young Mistress Su, from now on, all the clothes in this walk-in closet belong to you. They were all custom-made at the young master's order," Aunt Qi said with a grin.
