It wasn't the small, ordinary apartment she'd been to before. This was her first time here; looked like he'd moved again.
The place was huge, all the furniture in European style, delicate and luxurious, but there wasn't the slightest sense of anyone actually living here.
Xia Yuxun wasn't in the mood to study the décor. Instead, she couldn't help searching for any trace of a woman living here.
Leng Sichen was in a white shirt with a V‑neck knitted vest over it, now a complete mess from her crying all over him just now.
Looking at it, Xia Yuxun felt a guilty twinge. She poked at him with her two index fingers. "Sorry, worst case I'll wash it for you…"
Leng Sichen shot her a sidelong glance and neatly took off the vest. Xia Yuxun blinked, startled, then watched him slowly undo his shirt buttons one by one, lazy and seductive.
Xia Yuxun's eyes got wider and wider until she finally let out a shriek, her finger trembling as she pointed at him. "Y‑you… what are you doing?"
