At this moment, Shen Di in Wen Zhiyuan's eyes seemed entirely different from the woman he had observed outside.
Gone was her gentleness, gone was her calm demeanor—she could lose her temper with him too.
Wen Zhiyuan chuckled bitterly. Perhaps he should feel "lucky"—Shen Di probably only ever threw her tantrums at him.
Trapped on the chair by Wen Zhiyuan, his breath, warm and heavy, brushed against her face. Shen Di squirmed uncomfortably and pushed him away. "I don't want to discuss this with you. Please leave. I need to change my clothes."
"You can't change with me here?"
The words had barely left his mouth before Wen Zhiyuan froze, surprised at himself. Alcohol truly was no friend of his.
Shen Di was stunned as well, her cheeks slightly flushed. She kicked Wen Zhiyuan with her leg and quickly rose from the chair.
Luckily, Wen Zhiyuan dodged in time; otherwise, her kick would have landed.
