After putting on the short skirt, Zhao Shumin looked at herself in the mirror.
Staring at her own snow-white beautiful legs in the reflection, her face started to flush.
It was the first time she'd seen herself in a short skirt in the mirror.
She even felt like she was being shameless.
"No wonder Xiao Yan said stockings should go with short skirts. This set, with the skirt, would look amazing,"
she murmured to herself, though she felt undeniably embarrassed by the outfit.
But ultimately, to lead Li Zhiyan astray,
she went ahead and bought the short skirt.
"Should I gift both the short skirt and stockings to Li Zhiyan?"
Her mind wandered with peculiar thoughts. Perhaps it was because her period was approaching, she felt a strange heat rising in her chest.
Her thoughts grew increasingly unusual.
...
In the morning, after collecting his 500 yuan winnings from the Lottery Store, Li Zhiyan felt notably better.
