Zhou Lu glanced at her with a dark look, his voice tinged with sarcasm, "Do you think you can get off that easily?"
Su Jian took a deep breath, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, "Then what do you want?"
Zhou Lu's gaze swept casually over her chest. She was wearing a particularly form-fitting shirt today that revealed her fine figure in no uncertain terms, exceptionally sexy and provocative.
Su Jian, catching his look, instantly flushed with embarrassment and indignantly said, "What are you looking at!"
Sick pervert!
Zhou Lu's lips curved slightly, his tone indifferent as he reminded her, "Your button has come undone."
It had popped open accidentally when she had stepped onto the stool to get him saline solution.
Su Jian's face turned so red it was almost unspeakable; she hurriedly turned around to fasten her button.
Then, with immense awkwardness, she turned back to him and said, "It's late, you should head back home soon..."