As Mu Xiaoxiao peeled her eyes open slowly, the image of Yin Shaojie sitting behind a desk greeted her.
He had on some earphones, and his sexy lips mumbled something in a foreign language in a beautiful accent. His profile looked devilishly handsome, and the way his body was bathed in the sunlight looked breathtaking.
She sat up before realizing that she had been lying down and covered by a blanket.
"Jie, what are you doing?" she called out softly as she crossed her legs and rubbed her sleepy eyes.
The language he was speaking in didn't seem like English because she couldn't understand a single thing, and it also sounded weird.
Oh yeah! It sounded a bit like French.
Could Yin Shaojie speak French too?
Yin Shaojie only shot her a glance before resuming his conversation with the person on the other side. From the way he was looking at the screen, it seemed like he was on a video chat with someone.
