C163 Night Residence

After hearing Mo Linyuan's words, Lin Qingqian finally realized what she was like now. Her gauze-like dress was nothing in the rain. Now that she got into the car, she looked like she was made of flesh. Faintly, it revealed flesh and Lin Qingqian's pink undergarment.

"Er." Lin Qingqian was a little flustered. She did not know how to cover herself with a rag