This evening, He Xiyan did not return to her apartment.
She came out of the bathroom wearing a blue shirt of Mo Yixuan's. Since she didn't bring any clothes, she could only wear his.
His shirt was long enough to cover some part of her body.
She held her hands in her arms, seeming to feel embarrassed. When she came out, her face was still red.
Mo Yixuan was sitting in front of his desk at this time, tapping the keyboard constantly. He seemed to be dealing with an important document.
Looking back, he took a look back at He Xiyan; his eyes fixed on her for a few seconds.
She was really a delicate and sensitive girl, whom he had slept with for two nights. However, she was still so shy.
"Yixuan... I... Go to bed first."
He Xiyan folded her clothes on a leather sofa in the room. Turning around, she quickly got into the bed.
She pursed her red lips, heart still beating in great disorder.
