C809 Plum and Bamboo Horse

She pulled back her hand and tugged on her remaining skirt. She awkwardly took two steps back, "Little nephew, take off your coat and give it to me."

Even with the heater on, she felt the cold air on her legs.

The dress and fabric on Wei Zhiyu's body were even less than hers, and she couldn't tear off a single piece of cloth to hide her face, so she could only beg Lu Zihao