Chuzheng placed Jin Ning on the bed, tore a clean towel, and wiped his body.
The towel wasn't the kind you'd find in a hotel; she must have had it sent over at some point.
While Jin Ning was lost in thought, the bath towel draped over his legs was taken away.
Jin Ning snapped back to reality, grabbing a corner of the bath towel and holding it in front of him.
"Miss Chuzheng," he said with a bit of heaviness in his enunciation.
Chuzheng pulled hard, and the bath towel fell from his hands. Jin Ning, left with no choice, covered himself with his hands.
Chuzheng didn't even glance at him; she turned around to get his clothes and calmly helped him get dressed.
Jin Ning: "..."
In this posture, why did it seem like he was the one being pretentious?!
Chuzheng knelt down to button his shirt, her expression as serious and solemn as ever, as if she wasn't facing a naked man but just a mannequin.
"Your heartbeat is a bit fast."
