The Event

Yu Weimin sneered upon seeing the other's face.

Yes, he had taken a bath in the middle of the day. It was a cold bath.

Reason?

He was taking a nap when he saw the delicious dream of being f*cked by the marshal. It was so juicy that his pants were soiled when he got up.

It really was embarrassing. He even had to look at Pan Zihao's face, which is around 90% similar to Qi Jingguo's.

Ah, he was now remembering the contents of that dream. If he reacts right here in the towel, the thing might poke out right on the man's face.

It would be even more embarrassing. He would just die.

Yu Weimin coughed and said, "Get out first."

Pan Zihao didn't move. He studied every expression on the other person's face, and surprisingly, there was a hint of blush. Interesting. He would continue to stand right here in the office now.

So he shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. "Do you really want me to get out?"