Sheng Qianchi smiled increasingly charming and captivating, removing the pillow from his face and hugging it to his chest. His unbuttoned shirt revealed a large expanse of his chest, exuding manliness, "Be nicer to me. I'm a patient right now."
Gu Jiayin's chest heaved in anger a few times, but she remembered his frail condition and that it was because of her he ended up like this. She shot him a cold glance and turned to the walk-in closet.
The closet was large, two rows of open wardrobes, his clothes on the left, hers on the right.
Gu Jiayin looked at the wardrobes filled with clothes and suddenly felt that this man had now truly become omnipresent.
Sighing softly, she still picked a set of loungewear and walked out.
Sheng Qianchi had already showered and was casually drying his hair, with only a towel around his waist.
