Fang Yu opened his clothes first。

Then the silver needle falls。
immediately,The golden needle also appeared……
It’s like magic。
Mei Xingyun looked at it seriously,Not let go of any detail。
With more and more silver needles。
There was a puff of smoke from the girl。
It’s the golden needle that starts to work。
Two stitches、Three needles……
Until the ninth stitch。
Fang Yu’s eyes are cold,“Miss May,Go get a trash can!”
“it is good!”
Mei Xingyun nodded,Go out quickly。
quickly,She brought a trash can。
Fang Yu moved carefully。
Pat on the chest。