Mudan's face flushed slightly at these words. She knew about her Lady's thing—that pair had been made by the best workers in the textile workshop. That so‑called pair of stockings was made from the finest Cloud Silk, put through more than thirty processes before finally being completed. The feel of it… let alone men, even she was a bit addicted.
What's more, that faintly discernible fleshly sensation was indeed mesmerizing.
Thinking this, Mudan said, "I'll go find it for Lady in a bit."
Huang Wan'er grew a little excited at this. She was looking forward to putting on that new style of stockings herself and giving Chen Jie a different kind of experience.
Excited as she was, with her heart all stirred up, Huang Wan'er still spoke up, "Tonight, don't prepare it tonight."
As she spoke, she looked over at Su Yunjin, then said, "Let's wait for tomorrow night."
Mudan, hearing this, glanced at Su Yunjin and said, "Mrs. Su's body is unwell over there; Lady shouldn't…"
