Holding Lin Tian's shirt collar with her index finger and thumb, her brows slightly furrowed, her face turning slightly red. She would occasionally turn her head, seeing Lin Tian bare-chested with his back towards her, still feeling extraordinarily excited.
"Hey! You're not allowed to turn around!" Xu Xianrong emphasized loudly again.
"Don't worry, I'm young and don't want to spend the rest of my life blind."
Xu Xianrong let out a light hum, then swiftly took off her worn-out clothes and, as quick as lightning, put on Lin Tian's shirt.
This shirt indeed had a bit of a sweaty smell, but it wasn't unpleasant; instead, it carried a distinct masculine scent.
Somehow, Xu Xianrong lowered her head and sniffed it closely, and then her pretty face turned as red as a ripe apple, feeling both shy and angry, muddled in mixed emotions.
Moreover, this shirt clung to her skin when she wore it. It felt just right in other areas, but... it felt tight around her chest!
