Under everyone's gaze, the staff brought over a pile of strange items.
"What is this?"
The staff member fitting the props on Mu Qiu was a young lady, her voice gentle, "Open your hands and raise them up."
Mu Qiu dazedly spread her hands open, and as she did, her fingers bumped into someone else's. She turned to look and saw Brother Zhirang standing to her right at some point, retracting his hand and softly apologizing.
"Ah, it's okay," she replied softly.
The staff member waiting for her to raise her hands to put on the props grew impatient after seeing her hands remain idle, and they spoke again, "Mu Qiu, open your hands."
"Oh, oh, oh."
Only then did she spread her hands again, allowing the young lady to fit the circling props around her, threading through her belt loops and wrapping around her waist. The thin black tube had several small nozzle-like attachments, with a larger hard block at the back, resembling a mini reservoir.
