A few seconds later, Bo Jinlan shifted his gaze from her collarbone, "What are you spacing out for?"
Jiang Yaoyao finally snapped back to reality, "Ah? Oh, just grab any thin duvet from the top."
Bo Jinlan quickly took down one of the thin quilts.
Jiang Yaoyao opened the bottom drawer, found a set of pure cotton bedding, and then realized...
Damn, she didn't know how to put it on!
She had to seek help from someone again, "Do you know how to put on a duvet cover?"
Bo Jinlan, leaning casually against the wardrobe with his slender fingers stroking his chin, replied, "Let me figure it out; it shouldn't be a big problem."
Jiang Yaoyao: "..."
She knew it!
How could a pampered heir of a tycoon possibly know how to put on a duvet cover, this kind of technical task?
So—
After finishing his call, Cheng Runzhi picked up a cup of warm water and went upstairs to go to bed, passing by the hallway, when suddenly a scream erupted.
His eyebrows furrowed, and he stopped in his tracks.
