...
An Yue lay on the bed, and Dang Yang looked at An Yue, finding her more charming and captivating the more he looked at her.
He finally understood a saying: "To die under the peony flower and be romantic even as a ghost."
If An Yue were that peony flower, then he would willingly die beneath her.
"Tomorrow I want to wear a vest to work," Dang Yang said.
An Yue, still drowsy and a bit muddled, heard Dang Yang's words and reflexively asked, "…Why?"
Dang Group is a big company, very formal, with men in suits and women in professional outfits.
Wearing a vest?
A man in a vest at work?
Like a hooligan.
"To show the company the bite marks you left on me," Dang Yang said with a smile.
"..."
An Yue glared at Dang Yang, how could he be so shameless?
"They will certainly say you're very passionate," Dang Yang said, hugging An Yue.
"Get off," An Yue pushed Dang Yang, but her body was so soft and weak that she didn't manage to push him away.
