The deadline for returning the books was rapidly approaching; however, because she had been busy all along, Xiaoxiao had only copied three of them, with two still untouched!
"Yang Ming, there are two more for you to copy, they must be returned in a fortnight! You need to hurry up, okay?"
Xiaoxiao's tone was commanding, brooking no refusal from Yang Ming, and he was in no position to refuse anyway, given his change of heart and backtracking.
Meanwhile, Xiaoxiao busied herself arranging her bras and panties. She'd promised her older sister-in-law and second sister-in-law to make them and had been dragging her feet. Now, with some free time, she could finally get to it, and she was eager to pick up her old trade again—starting with a bit of practice.
But she hadn't been at it for long when she heard someone approaching from outside.
"Second sister-in-law, second sister-in-law, something terrible has happened!" The person arrived with swift steps, flurriedly entering the main house.