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Li Zhiyan had seen Zhao Shumin's frugality firsthand; this woman's heart seemed entirely set on saving to buy Shang Shunsheng a house for their marriage.
"Mm, okay."
Li Zhiyan went to the bathroom to take a shower, while Zhao Shumin took the short skirt she had bought today and entered Li Zhiyan's room.
Memories came rushing back, and Zhao Shumin deeply regretted the day she drank, mistakenly thinking she was dreaming.
She opened the drawer, and the things inside made Zhao Shumin blush.
Especially the black stockings—they made Zhao Shumin feel that no respectable woman would wear them. In the village, the women who wore such things often had multiple men.
One of the village's older women even had dozens of lovers; nearly every man in the village had been with her.
"I hope I can help Xiao Yan break his bad habit of stealing things from others."
