Gu Qian's back stiffened, knowing that she hadn't pushed him away just now, which meant she tacitly agreed that there was progress in their relationship. But at this moment, her mind was chaotic, and she didn't want to stay here.
Before she could speak, Mo Beichen gestured to her, "Come here, help me tidy up my clothes."
Gu Qian turned her head and saw that his shirt was somewhat disheveled, with two buttons undone and the hem half pulled out from his trousers. It looked rather messy, but on him, it added a lazy and ascetic allure.
Gu Qian bit her lip, refusing to go over. "Haven't you got hands yourself?"
Mo Beichen's thin lips curved slightly, a hint of a smile appearing at the corner of his eyes, "I do, but you were the one who pulled my shirt out, shouldn't you help me tidy it up?"
Gu Qian: "..."
