"Junior Brother, quench your thirst~"
Supporting herself on the bed with her right hand, Mu Qingyue unfastened her belt with her left hand, slowly pulling apart the collar of her garment.
The cool moisture began to ripple slightly, and Lu Jin'an, watching, said, "You haven't, haven't, haven't..."
His tone gradually changed, and the word "conceived" got stuck in his throat, unable to come out.
Lu Jin'an's eyes widened as he stared unblinkingly at the pure white fabric of her Ru skirt. After his lips moved a few times, he asked with a slight hesitation in his voice, "Was water splashed on it?"
Mu Qingyue's fingers, pinching the fabric of the collar, had stopped. The slightly open garment couldn't fully cover her half-revealed allure, especially as the edge of the collar happened to cut across the middle, seductive and beautiful.
Lu Jin'an, however, kept observing the fabric of her collar, where the pure white material appeared slightly darkened, very noticeable.
