Her face was flushed red. She slammed the wooden box shut and took a few deep breaths.
Her mind kept replaying what she had just seen.
Those pajamas that were as thin as a cicada's wings, the fabric was soft but fragile. What could those few pieces of fabric block?
Was this Huo Shiting's gift?
Ninth Master Huo was shameless!
Ye Beisheng's expression was subtle. She swallowed her saliva and looked at Lin Long with a fleeting gaze. "The Ninth Master….gave me these?"
Lin Long's eyes were also wandering. "Yes! Yes! Madam, I'll move it to your room for you!"
Ye Beisheng began to recall what the upper class thought of Huo Xiting.
Ruthless? By hook or by crook? Cold and noble? Tired of women?
Then, the ruthless Huo Xiting actually bought her those?
Ye Beisheng felt like she was stepping on cotton. She didn't even hear what Lin Long said as she floated up the stairs.
Lin Long heaved a sigh of relief.
