It was a mistake, a miscalculation. She had never imagined that this b*stard could be so outrageous.
Being willing to admit defeat was a fact, but Yu Anwan looked at Wen Jin's arrogant demeanor and felt a bit unwilling.
Wen Jin patted the bed beside him, gesturing for Yu Anwan to join him.
Yu Anwan stood still.
"Do you want me to come over and hold you?" Wen Jin raised an eyebrow.
"President Wen, don't you know that sleeping with wet hair can cause a headache?" Yu Anwan retorted with a sarcastic tone.
Wen Jin looked at Yu Anwan, his expression somewhat amused. Then, he walked directly toward Yu Anwan's direction. Just as Yu Anwan thought this man was up to something, she instinctively backed away.
Until Yu Anwan found herself leaning against the door, Wen Jin had completely encircled her within his sphere of influence.
He had just taken a shower, and there was a faint scent of lavender shower gel on him.
