Bai Yiran's breathless appearance made Leng Yichen, who had finally calmed down, start to feel restless again.
He sighed softly, "Girl, you're testing my patience with that look."
"Huh?" Bai Yiran blinked at the man, making him even more uncomfortable.
"Girl, you sleep first, I'm going to take a shower."
Leng Yichen was still wearing his shirt and trousers. He got out of bed, casually tossed his tie aside, removed his watch and cufflinks, and then his long fingers started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his strong physique.
Ahem!
Bai Yiran cleared her throat, thinking this man's methodical way of undressing was just too captivating.
When Leng Yichen went to unbuckle his belt, he noticed his little wife staring at him intently.
He curled his lips into a perfect smile, "Girl, looking at me like that, you're asking for trouble."
Bai Yiran blushed and turned her face away at his words.
