After Su Zhinian put on his pants, he turned around and asked, in a tone that was as nonchalant as he could manage, "Do you need anything from me?"
Song Qingchun didn't say anything, but her big, dark eyes settled on his body without moving.
Su Zhinian's ears started to burn under her scrutiny. He cleared his throat, and when he realized she still didn't give any response, he walked to the bed to grab his shirt and put it on as gracefully and as calmly as he could.
It looked like he was unfazed on the surface, but the fact that two of his buttons were put on in the wrong place belied his nervousness.
His ears burned even brighter, and a faded blush rose on his face. He subconsciously turned his face around to avoid meeting her eyes. Then, he coughed louder to grab her attention.
Song Qingchun slowly recovered, and it took her a minute to realize what she had been doing.
