Beside the basket, there also stood a clothes rack, draped with clothes that Xiao Hua had only seen in cartoons, such as short schoolgirl outfits, pink nurse uniforms, leather jackets, and OL suits.
Xiao Hua blushed at the sight of these items.
"Relax," said Song Yun with a smile, "we won't be needing these tonight."
"Mhm," Xiao Hua nodded, remaining silent.
Before long, a series of knocks echoed from the door.
Then the door was pushed open from the outside.
"Hello," a timid female voice came from the door, and then a girl appeared in front of Song Yun. She looked very ordinary, much like most sixteen to seventeen-year-olds, pretty enough, but not what you'd call beautiful. But for those who preyed on young girls, it was their youthful allure that mattered, not so much their looks.
