Song Guanchao was just trying to scare her. Back home, he went into the room to change clothes.
Jiang Yiren looked at the tightly shut bedroom door, her bright eyes darting around. The next moment, as if making up her mind, she walked over, grabbed the handle, and pushed the door open hard.
Song Guanchao had just taken off his clothes and pants, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts.
The sudden opening of the door made him look up, only to see Jiang Yiren like a startled little rabbit, her mouth open, her wide eyes filled with shyness and tension.
"..." You're the one peeking, what are you nervous about, Song Guanchao was speechless.
"Have you seen enough?" Song Guanchao wasn't in a hurry to get dressed; if she wanted to look, she could go ahead, he wouldn't lose out anyway.
Jiang Yiren was mentally prepared, but her heart still skipped a beat. She pretended to be calm, pouting, "Your figure's not bad."
