Taking a glance at Jian Nan's greasy body wrapped in nothing but shorts, tied to a chair, then at the suspiciously twitching blanket on the bed, it seems An Zhiyuan's visit was ill-timed.
An Zhiyuan pulled over a chair for her.
Jian Nan didn't expect the person he'd be waiting for to be a woman.
He couldn't help but relax a little inside.
Women are good, women are soft-hearted, easy to talk to, if he says more nice things!
It shouldn't be difficult to walk out unharmed.
"This is Jian Nan!"
An Zhiyuan belatedly realized! Jian Nan was wearing too few clothes, it was inappropriate for his wife to see.
He grabbed a blanket and tossed it over Jian Nan, just enough to cover his lower half, but the woman on the bed let out a muffled whimper, wanting to cry out but choked it back.
She drew her pale legs back into the blanket.
Just now, An Zhiyuan's action pulled the blanket off her, both blankets had been wrapped together, and pulling one naturally opened the other.
