Xiang Qichen looked down at her, casting a deep, unfathomable glance, and said in a low voice, "Who said that?"
Zhou Huaiyi stood up, raised her eyes to look at him, "Isn't it?"
With one hand in his pocket, he reached out with a finger and flicked her forehead lightly, retorting, "Don't you want last month's salary anymore?"
The warmth of his touch spread quietly across her forehead, and Zhou Huaiyi, surprised, covered her forehead and looked at him with wide almond-shaped eyes, "Can I really get that salary?"
"Hmm?" Xiang Qichen curved his lips slightly, walked out with a faint smile, but suddenly paused at the doorway, turned slightly to glance at her clothes scattered all over the place, and said, "Stay here, it will be convenient if you switch back one day."
The softest spot in her heart was gently caressed by his deep and mellow voice, warm and pleasant.
She stood there, dumbfounded, her mouth slightly open, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.
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