The next day.
Gu Qiqi felt that something was wrong.
Firstly, for some reason, her palm was slightly numb. She even felt like her skin was peeling.
She didn't use her hands yesterday. Did she do any heavy work?
Facing the sunlight, she kept feeling that the skin between her thumb and index finger was slightly red. It was as if it had undergone too much friction.
She wasn't a woodworker who had been carrying an axe all day.
However, she quickly threw this question to the back of her mind.
Because she quickly discovered that there was something else that was wrong.
What did she wear at home last night?
Why was she clean and wearing a bathrobe now?
Gong Jue pushed open the door and entered. He brought her breakfast. "What are you thinking about? Eat first!"
Gu Qiqi tilted her small head and thought for a long time. Finally, she remembered. "Did I come back in an evening gown yesterday?"
