"She's here." Wen Tang went to open the door.
What greeted Pei Heyan's eyes made him stunned.
Her fair skin was as delicate as suet jade.
A black silk nightgown adorned Wen Tang, making her appear even more feminine.
"Uh," Wen Tang paused, "I just took a shower and thought you weren't coming over. I'll go change my clothes before we discuss work."
As she finished speaking and was about to close the door, Pei Heyan blocked it.
And with the door nearly closed, he slipped inside.
"It's not like we haven't seen each other before, no need for that," Pei Heyan advanced toward her.
Wen Tang blushed, her eyes filled with a hint of avoidance, "Let's discuss work first."
Pei Heyan looked at her as if he were staring at prey, following Wen Tang to sit down on the couch, and said leisurely, "We've done this so many times, yet you're still so shy."
Wen Tang's cheeks became so red they almost bled.
