Mr. Su Bai didn't dare to wander too far away; after all, if he could kill someone else's Cinderella, someone else could come and kill his. Fortunately, the fishing supply store was just across the street from the motel. Mr. Su Bai walked in and personally checked each net with his hands for roughness, selecting one that wouldn't chafe too much. After buying it, he returned to the motel, pushed open the door to his room, and saw Cinderella incessantly rubbing her feet against the leg of a chair. She didn't stop even when Mr. Su Bai returned.
He placed the fishing net on the table and pointed at it, "Do you know how to sew?"
"I do," Cinderella replied.
"Good, use this to make yourself a pair of trousers, wrap up your legs tightly, understand?"
Cinderella seemed puzzled, "Just wrap my thighs with the fishing net?"
"You can understand it that way for now. Show me the effect after you've made and worn them."
"Okay, I'll get to it right away."
