Shen Jiayin watched him slip away, and for some reason, she almost wanted to tell him to stay. Soon, in the room, only she and the leader were left. Her heart thumped like before.
"Shen Jiayin, are you feeling unwell?" He squinted slightly, looking at her fingers as she unbuttoned her clothes. Though there were calluses, her hand shape was very nice. This girl isn't without her charms as a woman.
He furrowed his brow, and his gaze involuntarily drifted down, glancing at her chest. He watched for a while; she seemed unaware and stared blankly back at him. His face flushed with embarrassment. This girl always made him feel guilty.
He cleared his throat and said, feigning seriousness, "I just got off the phone with your grandma."
"Grand-grandma called? Called here?" She heard it was her grandma worrying, and she anxiously leaned forward.
