As dusk fell, in the villa, the stunning actress Song Weiyin, baring her perfectly round, fair legs, wore a loose-fitting white men's shirt, kneeling in the bathroom, attentively polishing the toilet until it gleamed like a mirror.
Watching her meticulous and focused expression, her female assistant, utterly helpless, said, "Weiyin, you've already wiped that toilet several times; why won't you tell me what Shen Qiang said to you? Ever since you met him, you've been acting so strange for hours."
Sweat slightly visible on her forehead, Song Weiyin hesitated then shyly smiled, "What do you mean?"
But as she spoke, she still paused her action, sitting sideways on the floor, legs crossed, the flawless loose white shirt subtly highlighting her graceful figure.
"He scolded me," Song Weiyin said with a hint of displeasure.
