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Maya took Mai Xiaomai by the hand into her room.
It was a rather girlish room, the tabletop adorned with beautiful wildflowers, all neat and tidy, with a faint fragrance lingering in the air.
Maya opened a large straw-woven chest and took out a set of hemp clothes.
The clothes had been dyed a beautiful red and looked quite nice.
"Sister, give them a try,"
Maya offered to her.
"This is what you wear for the festivals, I feel bad wearing it,
"It's fine, my mom is making me a new set. It's just a pity the new clothes aren't ready yet, otherwise, I would have given you the new ones to wear,"
Maya said cheerfully.
Mai Xiaomai was deeply touched.
She truly liked this pure-hearted, cheerful, and simple indigenous beauty.
If it had been someone else, not to mention giving her clothes, she would have been grateful if they hadn't gone out of their way to cause her trouble.
Unable to decline the kind offer, Mai Xiaomai took off her robe.
