Zhou Ziqiao pressed down on his hand, "No, you can't open it."
Mu Shaoze leaned slightly forward, his voice magnetic and enchanting, "Is there anything I shouldn't know?"
Zhou Ziqiao shook her head, her voice involuntarily raised, "No, nothing at all!"
"That's like saying there's no silver here," he teased.
Zhou Ziqiao: "..."
Mu Shaoze hurriedly jumped off the bed, unfolded the star, and smoothed it into a strip of paper one centimeter wide.
Zhou Ziqiao closed her eyes tightly, hanging her head with her hands covering her face, feeling an unbearable sense of shame.
She took a deep breath and suddenly looked at him, "Go ahead and look!"
Mu Shaoze walked to the bed, knelt with his knees on the mattress, and edged forward, "Take a look."
Zhou Ziqiao's eyes reddened as she turned her face to the other side, "I won't look."
"Wife, please have a look."
"I really don't want to, it's too humiliating!"