Yin Shaojie looked at her strangely. &Quot; what's the matter? "
&Quot; n-nothing. This is just a rag. I don't know who sent it, but it's probably someone bored. Don't bother about it. &Quot; Mu Xiaoxiao found an excuse in a panic, afraid that he would see through what she was saying.
She had already guessed it.
Did the pretty shop owner send it over?
She vaguely remembered seeing these lingerie sets in the beautiful shop owner's store. Coincidentally, she met the beautiful shop owner today, and what was even more coincidental was that the beautiful shop owner had also come to Sydney.
Mu Xiaoxiao wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, her little heart thumping rapidly.
"This is definitely not a rag." Yin Shaojie said, glancing at her flustered expression.
This girl was up to something.
He picked up another piece of cloth from the box.
"This must be lace ..."