Ye Yan was startled and reflexively hid her hand behind her back, "It's nothing, just forgot something in my bag."
"All sneaky, are you hiding a gun?"
"Stop kidding around, I wouldn't know how to use a gun even if I had one," Ye Yan said, her hand clutching the bag now sweaty, and lying was not her strong suit, especially in front of him.
"Getting this nervous?" Fu Xingzhou approached slowly, his eyes appraising, "Dr. Ye, hiding a love letter from another man?"
"Fu Xingzhou, you, stay away from me."
Perhaps because her palms were slippery, the bag fell to the ground as soon as she finished speaking, revealing half of its contents.
Ye Yan hurriedly tried to kneel and pick it up, but someone was quicker.
The material was lifted by a man's long fingers, a black fishnet pattern, solely connected by extremely soft threads, without a scrap of fabric to be found.
Wearing such clothes would cruelly expose one's body almost completely.
