Mu Xiangwan was embarrassed and felt both ashamed and aggrieved. She was so uncomfortable that she couldn't even form a retort, and she subconsciously clutched the sanitary napkin in her hand.
When Su Chaoyang saw her doing this, his heart suddenly softened. Recalling the intimate moment they had shared earlier, he couldn't help but feel even more exhilarated, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
He was towering at the doorway without any intention to move aside. Mu Xiangwan thus had no choice but to stay outside the door, frozen like an awkward clown.
Su Chaoyang had initially expected her venomous tongue, but instead, she was acting demure, dropping her gaze silently.
Thinking about her usual assertive demeanor and contrasting it with her present shy charm, Su Chaoyang felt a surge of heat rise in his body—a burning desire to take her in his arms and vehemently kiss her.
Unable to control himself, he extended his hand to touch her delicate, fair, and smooth face.
