"I have also prepared my own gift."
Hearing Mu Qingyue's voice, Lu Jin'an stopped in his tracks, not so much out of curiosity about what she wanted to say, but because a jet-black sword Qi had already blocked his path.
Sword Qi completely opposite to the impression given by Mu Qingyue.
Lu Jin'an had to turn around to face Mu Qingyue, who was pressing forward step by step, and directly asked, "Senior Sister, the gift you prepared for yourself isn't a rope, is it?"
Mu Qingyue stopped in front of him once again, holding a black collar up to his throat, and after a few seconds of silence, she said, "Try and see if it fits."
As her words fell, a mist of snow rose up around them, isolating the outside from the shade of the trees: "No one else will see."
"Even if they can't see, I'm not trying it on." Lu Jin'an shook his head, "You said you also prepared a collar for yourself? The same style? Show it to me."
"It's not done yet."