I was changing clothes.
Yu Chiyin's eyes darkened slightly, his hand flipping the pages slowly stopped, and he asked with apparent curiosity,
"Oh, which piece have you gotten to?"
His question was odd, but Lu Fengxuan inexplicably understood what he meant instantly, which piece, a dress, or underwear.
"...I won't tell you anymore. You should go back to work, bye." After speaking, she ended the call in a fluster.
She raised her head and saw her own flushed reflection in the mirror. While cursing herself for being pathetic, she pressed her cool hands against her face, trying to lower the temperature.
Ding-dong.
Her phone chimed, and Lu Fengxuan picked it up without thinking.
When she saw the three words sent in the chat, her eyes widened in disbelief.
Then, the flush on her face gradually spread down to her neck.
The phone in her hand turned into a hot potato, neither easy to keep nor discard.
