Gift

Xu Youyou instinctively hid the shirt behind her. She stammered, panicking, "N-nothing. It's, it's nothing…"

'It's over! She's going to think I'm a pervert!'

Mo Zhiyun held back her laughter and said, "Alright. Don't hide it anymore. I know that's my brother's shirt. Last night, the two of you…"

Xu Youyou hurriedly reached out to cover Mo Zhiyun's mouth and said, "Nothing happened between us last night. It's true!"

"You're husband and wife. It's normal even if something happened between the two of you. It'd be strange if there was nothing," Mo Zhiyun, whose mouth was still covered, said in a muffled voice.

"Uh…" Xu Youyou withdrew her hand and averted her gaze. For a moment, she did not know what to say. She knew the more she tried to explain, the more complicated it would be.