Meeting Jun Shiling's gaze, Xia Wanyuan's face flushed even redder. She curled up in embarrassment.
Jun Shiling's pupils constricted when he realized that the shirt Xia Wanyuan was wearing was his.
"This again? Do you think it'll work?" Jun Shiling's voice was low, and there was nothing strange on his cold face. He stood rooted to the ground and did not come over.
Xia Wanyuan looked at Jun Shiling in confusion, then lowered her head to look at her fair leg. 'Is it useless?'
Xia Wanyuan sat by the bed. Her clothes that could reach the middle of her legs could only cover the roots when she sat down.
"CEO Jun, your clothes smell so good." Xia Wanyuan lowered her head to smell the shirt collar, then blinked at Jun Shiling.
Jun Shiling finally moved.
He slowly closed the door and walked towards Xia Wanyuan.
When he walked to the bed, Xia Wanyuan stretched out her leg to stop Jun Shiling from continuing.
