"What?"
"Clean and pure," Chu Yao blew into his ear, "President Mo."
He couldn't hold back his laughter, "With you like this, where can I go to be pure and abstinent?"
Chu Yao froze for a moment, instinctively looked down at herself. What she wore was somewhat inappropriate, but she honestly didn't mean to seduce him. How come his words twisted the meaning?
"Not pure and abstinent, it's clean and pure."
Chu Yao corrected him.
Mo Tingshen cooperated quite well, nodding perfunctorily.
Then he lifted her chin, kissed her, and between breaths, a phrase slipped from his mouth, "Really can't be pure and abstinent."
Chu Yao: "..."
Not to the extent of hearing wrong, right?
A night of chaos.
Early in the morning, Chu Yao hurriedly ran away. She had just finished washing up, didn't dare to turn on the lights, and sneakily groped through the wardrobe, randomly grabbed a set of clothes, and after dressing quietly stepped out.
With her head down, she bumped into the man's arms.
