She rose hastily, preparing to leave. Suddenly, her eyes fell upon a clothes-drying rack by the window, where two snow-white garments swayed gently in the breeze.
The silken panties hung like flowing clouds, and the white bodice was embroidered with a high-rising, bright moon.
Without a doubt, these intimate articles of clothing belonged to Qing Yueqiu.
'Honestly... Yueqiu is being far too careless. Even if they are master and disciple... you can't just hang your underwear out in the open in the room.'
'Brother Pei is a hot-blooded young man, after all. Isn't it just too immodest for him to see this...?'
Nangong Jin pursed her lips, a spark of irritation igniting in her heart.
She wasn't sure if she was annoyed at Qing Yueqiu for being too naive and lacking a sense of propriety between men and women, or if she was simply upset that Brother Pei was seeing another woman's underwear...
But Nangong Jin couldn't do anything to stop it.
