Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle

Zhou Ziqiao pressed down on his hand, "No, you can’t open it."

Mu Shaoze leaned slightly forward, his voice magnetic and enchanting, "Is there anything I shouldn’t know?"

Zhou Ziqiao shook her head, her voice involuntarily raised, "No, nothing at all!"

"That’s like saying there’s no silver here," he teased.

Zhou Ziqiao: "..."

Mu Shaoze hurriedly jumped off the bed, unfolded the star, and smoothed it into a strip of paper one centimeter wide.

Zhou Ziqiao closed her eyes tightly, hanging her head with her hands covering her face, feeling an unbearable sense of shame.

She took a deep breath and suddenly looked at him, "Go ahead and look!"

Mu Shaoze walked to the bed, knelt with his knees on the mattress, and edged forward, "Take a look."

Zhou Ziqiao’s eyes reddened as she turned her face to the other side, "I won’t look."