Du Qingyu looked at Ye Qilan's back, hurried two steps to catch up, and said with a smile, "How about this? You leave the shirt with me. I'll wash it clean and send it back to you. Don't refuse, or I'll feel uneasy."
Ye Qilan thought for a moment but eventually left the shirt behind.
Du Qingyu escorted Ye Qilan to the elevator, unwilling to part. As the elevator numbers kept jumping, she lowered her head and glanced at the man's shirt in her hands, then brought it to her nose and sniffed.
It was his unique scent—her seemingly lifeless heart started beating again, just for that man...
Once Ye Qilan got into his car, he looked at the shirt on himself. The longer he wore it, the more uncomfortable it felt. He rummaged through the backseat and finally found a piece of clothing he could wear. He quickly changed into it before driving back to Qingmu Garden.
