"President Zhou, could you knock on the door before coming in next time? I'm changing my clothes!" Li Qianrui said softly.
Zhou Jin lifted his gaze to the woman, standing by the wardrobe. She had worn a tank top dress that day, under which was a black lace top. Not having anticipated his sudden entrance, she had already undone the zipper of her dress at the back. Now she clasped her hands over her chest defensively, fearing she might reveal too much.
Zhou Jin's voice was a bit hoarse, and his forehead bangs lightly fell, as the bedside lamp cast a warm glow on him, making him look much younger and more handsome, "Have I not seen every part of you already, or are you reminding me that you're changing, prompting me to look up at you?"
"..."
Alright, she never understood his confidence.
