At the moment the question was spoken, Yu Shujun clearly saw the familiar emotions of "struggle, hesitation, rejection, disgust" on the other person's face.
As expected, it was bound to come to this point eventually?
Yu Shujun let out a self-deprecating chuckle, "It's the one you least want to deal with."
"You know which one I least want to deal with?"
"It's written all over your face."
"I think you misunderstand me."
"So, do we continue?"
"Continue, if you're willing, what reason do I have to refuse?"
After the conversation ended, Wen Nan leaned back against the window frame, leisurely looking at the other person.
Yu Shujun lowered his gaze in thought for a moment, dropped the belt, raised his hand, and began unbuttoning his shirt.
The other person did it very slowly, pausing for a moment at each opened button, as if giving the other side a chance to call stop.
