After dressing the pet, Liu Mou had kept his gaze fixed on the wall the entire time, having dressed Little Black sideways, terrified that some impure thoughts might invade his being and he wouldn't be able to control himself.
When he had finished dressing Little Black, he suddenly revealed a greedy desire in his eyes. Although Chen Shuhua was nearly in her forties, the clothes she loved were those favored by girls around the age of twenty, so now that they were on Little Black, he felt as if a sprite had come to life.
The simple camisole, the slightly tight pants, the deep brown eyes exuded an extraordinary innocence, and the cherry-like lips were always adorned with a provocative crimson.
Watching Little Black, Liu Mou suddenly felt that if Little Black were a person, she would undoubtedly belong to him. This thought slowly filled his entire brain.
