His gaze became incredibly penetrating in that instant.
It pierced through the air, shaking her to her core.
Ruan Yiyi suddenly didn't dare meet his eyes and turned her face away, forcing a cold scoff:
"I, I'm not either."
Wen Yu: "That's for the best."
With that, he went to the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of the shower came from the bathroom, the water gushing down.
He was taking a shower.
Just by listening, one could imagine all sorts of inappropriate scenes.
Ruan Yiyi ran her fingers through her bangs, exhaling a deep, calming breath.
What kind of mess had she gotten herself into?
...
By the time he came out, Ruan Yiyi had already changed her clothes.
She had work to do today, meetings to attend, wearing a white blouse and a coffee-colored plaid pencil skirt.
With a cream-colored trench coat over it, she looked elegant and professional.
Still as beautiful as ever,
She had a gentle and captivating face.
