Yan Xiaye didn't want Yin Mo to misunderstand anything, nor did she want to bring trouble to Li Yuntang, so she sensibly pointed towards the door, "Thank you, I can change in the car..."
"Change in the room."
Looking down on her from his height, the man seemed to regard her as a troublesome little girl, and had to interrupt her again, "The air conditioning here is very high, if you go outside in wet clothes and catch cold, what then?"
Whether it was out of gratitude or for other reasons, he ultimately still cared about her.
All the small woes within Yan Xiaye were swept away, and she quietly nodded with grace, walking familiarly to the room with the shirt in her hands.
Before long, she reappeared, having changed her clothes.
Li Yuntang's height was statuesque, and his shirt hung loosely and large on her, the length just covering her hips. Her exposed legs were delicate and pale, epitomizing a kind of casual natural beauty that complemented her own temperament.
