Emperor Bodhisattva, it seems that is exactly the case!
She lowered her head and looked at herself, dressed in a light blue edge rolled short jacket and an ivory cotton long skirt, which was not the light yellow lingerie she was wearing when she was attacked last night. Her face turned red up to her ears, embarrassed to the point of wishing she could burrow into a hole.
Her clothes had indeed been changed by someone, it seemed. Last night was no dream. That man had saved her. He had also removed her clothes, wiped her body, and changed her clothes...
Oh my God, how utterly embarrassing!
Xiang Yun covered her face, weeping without tears, and collapsed on the couch. Although she was a married woman, Mo Zili had never touched her; she still had a perfect body, no different from an unmarried woman. Yet now, another man had touched her, had seen her—it was truly too embarrassing...
