Ever since Bai Junjun transmigrated, she has always worn Leviathan Skin, lamenting the rarity of such a style. The clothes, resembling butterflies, had very low necklines, exposing a large area of collarbone and chest.
That patch of fair skin was captivating and hard to turn away from.
Li Wenli frowned, rummaging through a trunk to find a large patterned cloth to cover Bai Junjun's forehead and neck.
"?" Bai Junjun was puzzled.
"Don't forget, we are not like them. It's better to keep covered. It'd be troublesome if you were recognized."
Of course, privately, he felt that outsiders did not deserve to see the young lady in such a manner.
Bai Junjun, without any suspicion, cooperatively hid herself before going to open the door.
The person knocking on the door was a gaudily dressed madam who, upon seeing Fei Hua covered so securely, could not hide her mocking gaze.
"I heard there was another quarrel last night? Quite a few things were smashed too?"
