Wen Jiaren didn't wear a single piece of jewelry on her body, her neck was bare, and her fair ears were also clean and tidy.
Approaching closer, he noticed her toes peeping out from under her skirt, round and fair with a touch of pink, looking very cute.
"Young Master Long can leave now."
Wen Jiaren's voice was neither cold nor indifferent.
Long Teng gracefully shifted his gaze, stood up, and then looked toward Housekeeper Long, "I must admit, clothes make the man. She looks much more pleasant after dressing up, Old Long has good taste."
Housekeeper Long was pleasantly surprised, "Young Master flatters me."
Long Teng's gaze fell once again on Wen Jiaren's face, which was free of makeup, "Let's go, I'm starving to death."
As they had their meal, Long Teng said, "Don't be restrained, just treat me like an ordinary friend."
