Rong Yan stiffened her body, maintaining a statue-like posture. She had no idea how long had passed when her back felt like it was going to break. The handsome brows of the man on the bed gradually relaxed, and his long eyelashes stilled like little fans. The hand wrapped around her waist also gradually loosened its grip.
That's when she found the opportunity to quietly slip away, quickly grabbed her cellphone, and tiptoed out, gently closing the door behind her.
Done!
She breathed in the fresh air outside, and her whole being came back to life.
Rong Yan walked back to the living room, found the script she had marked earlier, and placed it in a conspicuous spot. Then she cheerfully stepped into the bathroom for a much-needed shower.
Goodness, acting as a nanny for a whole day was more exhausting than a day's work.
Her body was covered in sticky sweat; if she didn't take a shower now, she'd start to stink!
