Shen Shiyu stretched out his hand and picked up the button.
He glanced briefly at Chen Anxin's neckline.
Chen Anxin was also wearing a shirt today, the buttons of which she had already torn open several. However, her shirt buttons were pearl, not the type for men's shirts he held in his hand.
He recalled Huo Lingan, who he had just seen, with his noticeably crumpled shirt, his expression becoming a bit rigid for a moment.
It wasn't until Chen Anxin's foot unintentionally kicked against his leg that he hurriedly put the button on the bedside table and reached out to pull Chen Anxin up.
Chen Anxin seemed to be under the influence of the medication, her face somewhat flushed. As soon as Shen Shiyu pulled her up, she clung to him and bit his neck.
Shen Shiyu winced with pain, one hand clutched her waist to prevent her from falling, and his voice was somewhat helpless as he whispered in her ear, "Chen Anxin, let go of me!"
