Tang Li paused, then said, "If they are upstairs, I'm considering whether or not to change the plan."
Seeing her pretending to be mysterious, Song Baiyan smiled faintly, his eyes full of indulgence: "With everyone stationed outside the hotel, what are you planning to do?"
"Close your eyes first."
Tang Li blocked Song Baiyan's face with her hand.
Mr. Song was rare in his cooperation.
Under the light, Tang Li gazed at the man's mature and handsome facial contours, then took off her shoes and got into bed. She slipped into the blanket next to her and, in the blink of an eye, stuffed the sweater and jeans she had taken off by the side of the bed.
She hesitated for a moment but eventually unfastened her bra.
The last piece of modesty was also taken off by her.
Under the blanket, Tang Li was now utterly bare, and turning her head, she saw that Song Baiyan was truly playing along with her game; he didn't open his eyes as he was told not to.
She slowly sat up.
