The sound of a knock on the door made Lin Wanzhu, who was limply sprawled on her chair, shoot up like a startled rabbit.
She frantically slapped away Su Yu's wandering hands and scrambled to pull her open collar closed, hiding the two mounds of snowy white that were still rising and falling intensely.
Su Yu felt a little unsatisfied. The heavy weight and soft touch seemed to linger in his palms, a endlessly pleasant memory.
But business came first right now.
He helped his senior sister smooth a wrinkle on her collar, then cleared his throat and strode to the door.
After confirming that Lin Wanzhu had sat up straight and regained her cold, dignified air of a Commander, Su Yu finally pulled the door open.
"What is it, Song Mirror?"
