A woman's wardrobe is inherently private; Chen Yang's rummaging ended up exposing some of her more intimate belongings.
Chen Yang felt nothing out of the ordinary; what hadn't he seen before? What was so strange about it? Was it not normal?
But Li Han's face instantly blushed a deep red, her embarrassment reaching an extreme.
Especially when he found items like lace nightgowns and black silk stockings, her embarrassment grew even more intense.
Yet that wasn't what made her the most bashful.
She hadn't expected Chen Yang to actually pick up the silk stockings.
"Huh, silk stockings? You like wearing these? How come I've never seen you wear them?" Chen Yang mused in surprise, completely unaware of Li Han's flushed face behind him.
"No... I don't like wearing them," Li Han explained in a flustered manner, quickly took back the stockings, and covered them with other clothes.
Chen Yang hadn't thought much of it at first, but then he saw Li Han's face turning beet-red.
