Mu Yin was momentarily dazed, her heart rate uncontrollably accelerating.
It was undeniable that he looked very charming from this angle.
But it was only for a few seconds before she immediately regained her senses, not allowing herself to look away anymore.
However, his fiery gaze remained fixed on her, making her feel uneasy.
One moment he was furious, and the next, as gentle as water—no one could guess what he was thinking.
Mu Yin, feeling irritated under his gaze, casually glanced at the dress in the mirror that fit her as if tailored, breaking the silence, "Why are there clothes of mine inside?"
"How do you know they're your clothes?" Bo Fengheng coldly hooked the corner of his mouth, shifting his posture, his erect back lazily leaning on the sofa, legs crossed over it.
He managed to open his buttoned shirt even further, revealing half of his pectorals and a faint, not-quite-faded blush—sexy and provocative.
