Bei Yiyi put away her compassion and returned to her bedroom. After a while, she came out with a thin blanket.
It was already autumn, and even with the windows closed at home, if you don't cover yourself with a blanket at night, you're bound to catch a cold.
Bei Yiyi originally didn't want to bother with him, fearing that if he caught a cold, he might blame it on her.
Wu Yao lay there with his eyes closed, one hand propped behind his head, his entire body wrapped only in a towel around his waist. Bei Yiyi tiptoed to the side of the sofa, unfolded the thin blanket, and before covering him, her eyes inevitably caught sight of his body.
What on earth did this man grow up eating?!
With a handsome face that already fascinated countless women, he even managed his figure so well,
Bei Yiyi felt her heart flutter, quickly covered him with the blanket, and walked away, lest she harbored any improper thoughts about him.
