Half an hour later.
Shen Yuan placed Liew Menglu on the sofa and picked up the clothes beside him, tossing them to her, "Hurry up and change back into your own, before someone gets up and sees you."
Liew Menglu "oh"ed, reluctantly removed her thigh-high stockings, and slowly put on her own clothes.
But after changing into her own clothes, she always felt uneasy and looked at the white stockings in her hand hesitantly before asking, "Shen Yuan, she has two socks, can I take one home with me?"
"Are you sick?"
Shen Yuan couldn't help cursing, he had no idea where Liew Menglu got these bizarre fetishes from.
It's just a pair of ordinary white socks, if you buy a new pair won't they be new? Why must you take Qiao Lei's, and you even said you wanted to take one; might as well take both while you're at it.
"I just want to bring one, is that okay?"
Liew Menglu pouted her rosy lips and said with a pitiful look.
"Stop messing around."
