Cen Dongsheng went back to his room and recounted everything to Great Sister, explaining how he was perplexed by Snail Girl Yi's sudden and intense liking for him.
On one hand, he wanted to prove his innocence, and on the other, he genuinely couldn't understand it.
"Could this be Meng Huafan's orders? It feels like he's misunderstood me somehow."
At this moment, it had only been half an hour since Cen Dongsheng left, and An Zhizhen was still in bed. She propped herself up with her arm against the pillow, listening to him lazily, and then let out a gentle laugh.
"Is it really a misunderstanding?"
The woman, wearing a nightgown, pulled back the blankets, revealing her smooth thighs; she supported herself as she crawled over like a graceful and seductive cat.
Cen Dongsheng's eyes lingered on the exposed skin of Great Sister. The sheer curves of her nightgown couldn't hide it, and eventually his gaze was stuck, unmovingly.
