Gu Qian's eyes widened, her cheeks so red they seemed about to burst. She darted over and snatched the shorts to hide behind her back, her face flushed as she said, "You sit down, I'll tidy up later."
Mo Beichen's hands rested just above his belt, watching her shy demeanor, his expression softened, "Be good, go and boil some water, I'll clean up."
Gu Qian shook her head like a rattle-drum. She was a grown woman; how could she let him tidy up her underwear? She would die of embarrassment, "You go boil the water, I'll be done in no time."
Mo Beichen didn't try to take back the shorts. He bent over and continued cleaning up the trash bags on the floor, looking so diligent and uncomplaining; there was none of the domineering CEO's air about him, he was clearly more like a loyal big brother.
