Su Muyao opened the oil paper and saw inside items made from cotton, long and clean yet thick.
After quickly changing, Su Muyao said softly, "I'm done."
Once changed, with the beast skin covering her, Su Muyao let out a gentle sigh of relief.
Wen Nanxi heard Su Muyao's voice and then put away the bamboo.
Wen Nanxi came back to Su Muyao, "How is it? Are you feeling a bit uncomfortable?"
Today her face had been rather pale.
He initially thought she was thinking about Xie Guixue or Shen Ci'an.
It turned out to be because of this.
As long as her body is okay.
But this time must be quite uncomfortable as well.
Su Muyao initially wanted to say it was nothing, but Wen Nanxi's voice was so gentle, with eyes like a painting full of liquid warmth, carrying a sense of indulgence, as if enveloping her entirely.
It made Su Muyao's hardened heart soften and loosen; she nodded, "Mm, just a bit uncomfortable."
