Young Master Fu, Your Nose Is Bleeding

It wasn't a question, but rather, a statement to her.

Lin Shiyu pursed her red lips, "I would love to wear a bra, but your mother did not prepare one for me."

Madam Fu had only prepared a nightdress and a lace panty. In Mrs Fu eyes, it was more than enough.

The man behind her did not say anything. Lin Shiyu looked at his reflection in the mirror, only to see that his hands were shoved into his pockets and he was staring at her.

Lin Shiyu stared at him coldly. "Young Master Fu, where are your eyes looking?"

Fu Qinglun's voice turned hoarse. "Since you're willingly showing it to me, of course I'll have to take a look."

"…"

This was Karghalik's most respected man. Would he stoop so low as to stand behind her and glance at her secretly like some kind of pervert?

Even perverts were not as arrogant as him.

Lin Shiyu stood up and turned around. "Mr Fu, if you want to see more, sure. I'll let you see all you want."