Translator: Pika

  Zu An fell into a daze. She was simply too beautiful that he forgot to avert his gaze.

  Qiao Xueying pulled her arms before her, one to cover her chest and the other to cover her legs. However, how much could her small hands possibly be able to cover?

  “C-clothes……”


  Seeing that Zu An wasn’t moving at all, Qiao Xueying raised her eyes, only to be met with his searing gaze. That made her feeling of embarrassment even more intense.

  It was onl..