Qiu Tu reached out and tugged at it, discovering that the silk was very long, about three to four meters.
Qiu Tu held the silk in his hand, a bit dazed.
He blinked his eyes, feeling that the texture of this silk seemed familiar...
After a moment, as if recalling something, Qiu Tu's face showed a hint of embarrassment, and then he quickly used his spiritual power to restore the bundle of silk to its original state, relying on memory.
'It was actually Yao Qin's chest strap....'
Back when Yao Qin was having a buffet, Qiu Tu had once reached in and touched it.
'However.... this is too long, it could make a dress for Qing Lan. That woman's chest is way too big... is this what they call a figure advantage?'
Sighing twice, Qiu Tu restored everything back to its original state, then extinguished the cigarette and walked towards the outside.
However, he didn't notice.... even though he had restored the bra to its original state, the position had obviously shifted slightly....
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