"Mm."
He Nan nodded, his chin resting on top of her head, inhaling the faint fragrance of her hair, as if his blood were about to boil.
The reaction of his body made him frown. Starting from this year, every time he hugged her, his body reacted very honestly—and if not for his strong self-control...
He Nan took a deep breath, suppressing his impure thoughts.
"Since we've decided to live here, let's move in today. You can stay in my room."
"That works too," Shen Mianmian pretended not to notice his abnormality, nodding earnestly. After all, her lease was almost up, so moving now would be good too.
So, He Nan, who had originally planned to return to Beijing, postponed his trip by half a day.
In the evening, when Xiaocui returned home from work and opened the door, she was baffled. Everything had been fine in the morning, but by evening, her things had vanished.