The scene shifts.
The two people entangled on the sofa have now separated.
Returning to their positions—one standing, one sitting.
Boss Jiang sits on the sofa, the water on his face has dried.
While Pei Yunxi, standing not far away, has damp spots on her long white socks.
Her cheeks are still flushed, Pei Yunxi suddenly bends down, takes off her left sock, pauses, and then removes the right one too.
"You like them, right?! Take them all!"
"Whoosh whoosh—"
The two socks, rolled into a ball, fly through the air, unfurling before landing on Jiang Chen's head.
The aim is remarkable.
Jiang Chen takes the sock off his hair without a hint of disdain.
Why disdain them?
If they were put up for sale, as long as it's noted they were worn by Pei Yunxi, can you believe they'd go for a fortune?
Definitely more valuable than anything from Balenciaga!
Some people rely on material things to enhance their identity.
While others can use their identity to elevate material things.
