As Yun Qingqing slowly regained her composure, she found herself in Sheng Ting's resting chamber, seated on the bed. She swallowed hard and cast her gaze upon Sheng Ting, who was deftly unbuttoning his shirt.
She had assumed that Sheng Ting would only unfasten the top two buttons of his shirt. After all, it was just a nap; there was no need to have all the buttons done up. However, to her surprise, Yun Qingqing saw that Sheng Ting was already undoing the third button. Something was amiss.
The man's movements were remarkably precise. By the time Yun Qingqing approached Sheng Ting, he had undone all the buttons on his shirt. Gritting her teeth, Yun Qingqing raised her voice, "Do you need to change your clothes for a nap?"
Sheng Ting shook his head lightly, "I have a habit of not wearing clothes when I nap."