Another white shirt?
Mu Anran's face darkened as she glanced at Yu Lingqian, "Does this guy have some sort of special fetish or what?"
Yu Lingqian looked at her lazily, "Do you plan on going out like that?"
After wrestling with the decision for ten seconds, she still dejectedly grabbed the white shirt.
Then, with a grinding of her tiny claws, she opened her mouth and growled, "Turn around."
This time, Yu Lingqian surprisingly cooperated, curving the corner of his mouth and turning his back to her.
Despite their many intimate encounters, Mu Anran was reluctant to change her clothes right in front of him: "Your servant cannot do this!"
Cautiously taking off her blazer, she still couldn't help but look back twice.
She noticed that Yu Lingqian stayed quiet the whole time, showing no sign of turning back.
Feeling a bit relieved, she quickly stripped off her sweater and put on the loose shirt.
