"Yiran? Why are you still standing here?" Tianxin couldn't help exclaiming as she pushed open the door and walked in.
Chen Yiran slowly turned around, looking helplessly at Tianxin, his voice low: "My hand's shaking so badly, I can't undo it..."
"And were you planning to keep standing here??" Tianxin was instantly alarmed. She approached him, reached out and touched Chen Yiran's shoulder. She felt an alarming coldness. "You've been standing here so long, why didn't you ask me to help? You're so cold, you might catch a cold!"
"I did call for your help earlier, but you ran off." Chen Yiran blinked his innocent eyes at Tianxin, his voice low and full of resentment.
"I…" Tianxin was momentarily at a loss for words. She couldn't worry about her embarrassment any longer. She quickly stripped the remaining clothing off Chen Yiran's body.
Of course, before she stripped off his underwear, she had to steel herself, taking a deep breath.
