588 Your President Was Chased Out Of His House

Yin Shuiling's boiling blood turned icy cold in an instant. She was in a blur and did not know what was happening.

She lowered her gaze to look at herself, and the buttons of her pyjamas were undone, exposing a large part of her exquisite collarbones. She only wanted to laugh; did she become a fool once again?

She turned her gaze to the side to look at the man, before calmly saying. "Get up; don't sleep on my bed!"

Yin Muchen opened his eyes. It was still okay if he did not open his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, she noticed how bloodshot they were. There was a layer of stubble on his lower jaw, and he looked extremely exhausted.

He looked at the woman. The woman's expression was ice-cold. He lifted his hand up to support his forehead before easing his temper to coax her gently. "Shuiling, be good. Don't continue to throw a tantrum. I am very tired right now. Let me sleep for a while, okay?"