The romantic and tumultuous jazz music filled the room, making the atmosphere even more romantic.
Lin Xiangwan shyly picked up her clothes off the floor and put them on.
Qin Muchuan was already dressed and was now working on his computer as if nothing had happened.
Noticing a small white object on the floor, Lin Xiangwan quietly reminded him. "Qin Muchuan, shouldn't you clean this up?"
"Huh? What should I clean up?" Qin Muchuan asked with embarrassment. He attempted to hold his impatience back, desperate not to reveal that his ego was bruised.
"This..." Lin Xiangwan pointed to the floor.
"It'll dry up, no need to wipe it," he said nonchalantly.
"It will still leave a stain once it's dried!" said Lin Xiangwan.
"So what if it does, the cleaning staff will handle it tomorrow anyway!"
Lin Xiangwan was so upset, she nearly jumped up in protest. "That's exactly the issue! You've left so much...so much mess everywhere, how embarrassing if the servants see it!"
