Through the phone, a young man's low, magnetic voice spoke slowly:
"Baby, I bought you something new. The package will arrive tomorrow. Remember to have Housekeeper Qin sign for it and put it in your room."
"You can wait for me to open it together, or you can open it by yourself."
The moment she heard his voice, Jiang Qingli felt Xie Youchen press his chin onto her shoulder from behind, the arm around her waist tightening slightly.
The young man tilted his head, his dark eyes silently staring at her profile.
The intimate nature of the call made Jiang Qingli feel a pang of guilt. She mumbled an "mhm, mhm," saying, "I know, I'll get it when I get back."
'It's probably more clothes,' she thought. 'I hope I can play it off. I can't let Xie Youchen find out I often have Baili Jing wear all sorts of revealing outfits made of flimsy fabrics, straps, and chains.'
