Lin Jiaojiao suddenly came over, and both Liu Mang and Murong Yanran were a bit dumbfounded.
Especially Murong Yanran, who was so nervous that all her hair stood on end, and her eyes were wide with extreme panic.
Lin Jiaojiao was dressed in pajamas, her hair a mess, with a trace of drool at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes half-closed, looking like she had just crawled out of bed.
She wasn't fully awake yet, but when she saw Liu Mang and Murong Yanran, she immediately became completely alert, staring at them with wide eyes.
Liu Mang was standing, with Murong Yanran right in front of him, her hand resting on his chest. The posture of the man and the woman was very intimate.
If it was not intimate, how could a woman place her hand on a man's heart?
In only a third of a second, Murong Yanran withdrew her hand, saying quickly, "The fabric of this shirt you're wearing is quite nice, Liu Mang, not bad at all, though it's a bit wrinkled."
