When she saw Mo Yongheng who was wearing a bathrobe, she was at a loss for words. Except for his ankles, Mo Yongheng was covered fully.
Mo Yongheng's hair was still wet from the shower.
His bathrobe was also damp.
It was inconvenient for him to change in the room while she was in it. Therefore, he asked her to take the clothes to the bathroom.
Who knew that she would let her imagination run wild…
Wait! What did she tell him just now?
She asked him what if she was to suffer from a nosebleed…
Oh my god!
Could she request lightning to strike her unconscious there and then?
As Zheng Yan was praying that Mo Yongheng had not heard her, she saw him take his suit from her.
Then, reply slowly, "Don't worry, you won't get a nosebleed from taking clothes. If you want to suffer from a nosebleed, you may have to help me take off my bathrobe…"
"Stop mentioning it!"
Zheng Yan blushed and rushed up to cover his mouth.