Gao Jun had never said he was a paragon of virtue.
Nor had he ever claimed to be free of lust.
So it was no surprise that his gaze inadvertently fell upon Jiang Yilan.
At that moment, the semi-transparent, thin nightgown she wore shimmered tantalizingly under the light, exuding an indescribable allure.
Gao Jun looked on with a hint of appreciation, but his expression remained nonchalant.
Thus, the male lead wavered between refined and vulgar, savoring this rare visual feast while striving to maintain an outward calm.
Having just steadied the decorative shelf, Jiang Yilan also let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness it didn't fall; otherwise, it really would have been awful."
As soon as she lifted her head, she saw Gao Jun approaching her.
All she heard him ask, "What's wrong?"
"Ah... nothing, nothing," Jiang Yilan stammered with a blushing face, "I just... I accidentally bumped into this shelf, sorry, Jun."
