Mu Lige then rummaged through the closet again, finally finding a pair of strange, triangular-shaped panties. As he helped Hua Qingcheng put them on, Mu Lige's nosebleed dripped directly onto her nightgown. The bright red blood instantly blossomed like a delicate flower on her champagne-colored silk nightgown.

"Promising!"

Mu Lige said a bitter remark to himself, then mobilized his internal energy to stop the flowing nosebleed.

After pulling a thin blanket from the side of the bed, Mu Lige gently covered Hua Qingcheng's abdomen with it.

After settling Hua Qingcheng down, Mu Lige glanced at his naked self under the bath towel and started rummaging through the closet.

After searching for a long time, he finally found a very loose black T-shirt for him. Following the example of Hua Qingcheng who used to wear short-sleeved pajamas, Mu Lige also put on the T-shirt. It was neither too big nor too small, just right.

As for pants, he couldn't find any suitable ones. Since the bath towel was wet, he could only use Hua Qingcheng's nightgown to wrap his lower body.

After dressing himself, Mu Lige came to Hua Qingcheng's desk and looked at a small box-shaped object on it, which showed the number 21:32.

Hua Qingcheng taught several men Arabic numerals before the store opened. Mu Lige knew each of the numbers, but he didn't know what they meant when they were put together.

Unable to figure it out, Mu Lige stopped thinking about it for the time being. Seeing what looked like a small booklet in the middle of the desk, Mu Lige raised his hand and began to flip through it.

Unlike Hua Qingcheng's calligraphy, the cursive script on the notebook, though also from her hand, was very neat and beautiful. However, after seeing the contents of the notebook clearly, Mu Lige's slightly raised mouth suddenly sank.