"Sister Shuyu."
"Tang Song."
Xie Shuyu greeted him, turned around and sat down on the rosewood round-backed chair beside her, eyes slightly lowered.
Trying to use this movement to cover up her subtle emotions.
Last night, right here in this private courtyard full of classical charm.
With her heart racing, she was "violated" by Tang Song in a way that brooked no refusal.
Always so reserved and serious, she actually ended up being forced to say a lot of things that she herself felt were utterly shameful.
Thinking back now, she only feels her face burning.
She doesn't really dare meet his gaze anymore.
"Gorgeous." Tang Song stepped out from behind the desk and praised her sincerely, "Today's makeup and this outfit suit you perfectly."
Xie Shuyu's body tensed up almost instinctively.
She pressed her lips together and quickly shifted the topic: "Right, everything on my side is ready. When are we heading over?"
