690, Cold-blooded Li Chengyun 14_1

Yu Jingrong, unaware of what had occurred, wore an intricate expression. She took two steps forward and glanced towards the living room sofa, where Mo Liusha sat, clad only in a man's shirt. The hem barely covered her upper body, revealing her long, crossed legs.

Several open takeout boxes were scattered across the coffee table in front. With chopsticks in hand, Mo Liusha was eating. She showed no surprise at Yu Jingrong's return.

On the contrary, she smiled at Yu Jingrong, saying, "You're back. I ordered loads of food. He didn't eat, so come over and help out, or it'll be wasted."

Stunned, Yu Jingrong asked, "Why are you here?"

Whose shirt was she wearing? And the scattered clothes... Who wasn't eating? And who was he?