Ye Anqi's hair was messy, her breath languid and listless.
An hour later...
They had already mostly dressed, save for the disheveled bedding.
Ya Shitian only put on his shirt, deliberately facing Ye Anqi.
Ye Anqi raised an eyebrow, "Do you want me to do it?"
The man smiled seductively, "Yeah, you do it."
Ye Anqi didn't refuse, she reached out to button up his shirt.
While buttoning, she suddenly noticed an English word embroidered on the corner of his shirt.
"Satan?" she read out, puzzled.
"It's my English name," Ya Shitian explained.
Ye Anqi smiled, "Why did you choose this English name for yourself?"
Ya Shitian extended his sleeve, "I think it fits me well."
"..." Apparently, only he took pride in such a demonic moniker.
As Ye Anqi buttoned his cuff, she noticed that 'Satan' was also embroidered on it.
The thread's color matched the shirt's so closely that you wouldn't notice the embroidery unless you looked closely.
