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There was a wooden rack in the washroom. On it, other than a cotton towel, there was also a pair of silk shorts that were thin like cicada's wings.
After washing his hands, Sun Mo was drying his hands with the towel on the wooden rack. At that moment, he was stunned to see this pair of shorts. He then realized, weren't this underpants?
They were underwear, but the people in the nine provinces referred to them in a different name.
"Even though Jin Mujie's image is intellectual and dignified, she's actually such a fervent person inside."
Sun Mo was surprised.
He felt that if Jin Mujie were to wear such thin and translucent underwear on her big butt, it seemed as if it'd break if she were to move a little more forcefully.