"It's only a few relatively sexy photos. It's not like no one has ever taken this kind of photo album before. There are plenty of people wearing bikinis on beaches overseas. Don't worry about it."
Only the innocent original would have felt threatened by a few slightly revealing photos like these. If it were her, she wouldn't be afraid at all.
Back when she was a model, everyone backstage had even been completely naked.
Even on the runway, models going commando was perfectly common, okay?
"Still, we should delete them."
Just imagining some sleazy men doing unspeakable things while looking at these photos made her break out in goosebumps. It was disgusting.
I'll do it.
444 also felt that they should be deleted.
Although the person in the photos was merely her host's Soul Fragment, this body was currently being used by her.
The thought of so many irrelevant people criticizing her made it very unhappy.
Its host was beautiful, cool, and dazzling. How could those people casually judge her?
After sorting through her memories, Su Qiao had become more familiar with her little room. She went to the cabinet, took out two pairs of socks—one white and one black—and left the bedroom.
When Yu Xiaoliu saw her, he immediately wiped his mouth and stood up somewhat awkwardly, habitually lowering his head.
Su Qiao glanced at the empty porridge pot, bowl, and plates on the small table. "You really finished everything? Can your little stomach handle that? Won't it hurt you?"
Yu Xiaoliu's face flushed bright red, and he stammered an apology. "I... I... I'm sorry..."
Yu Xiaoliu felt terribly remorseful.
He had forgotten himself and habitually stuffed everything into his stomach.
Seeing how nervous and embarrassed he looked, Su Qiao felt somewhat helpless. "I was only joking."
"But you