By the time Ye Wanwan regained her wits, she was back at the door again. She dumbfoundedly stared at the door in front of her and her legs. "D*mn! Legs, what are you doing?! Why did you come back here yourself?! Can't you have a little more pride?!"
"Seriously! You're killing me..."
/Bang!/ The door was slammed open, and the man's eyes shot up, stunned. Ye Wanwan angrily and murderously stomped back inside. "D*mn it, what kind of spell did you cast on me?!"
Then she aggressively reached out and placed her hands on the man's temples and started massaging them.
The girl wore a fiendish expression on her face and her voice had an extremely brutish tone, but her hands massaging him were peculiarly gentle.
Desolation and defeat still lingered on the man's face as he dazedly stared at the girl who left and came back. The warmth and gentleness on his forehead slowly, slowly absorbed the pain and chill drowning him.
"Do you feel better?" Ye Wanwan hostilely asked with a mean expression on her face as she kept rubbing his temples.
"Does it still hurt?"
The man lightly panted and didn't say anything but he also didn't push the girl away at all, allowing her to touch him however she wanted.
Ye Wanwan peered down at him and saw that his shirt was buttoned to his collar, the first button tightly fastened and a tie knotted around his neck. Her brows furrowed deeply.
Just looking at this made her unable to breathe.
Ye Wanwan directly reached out and pulled off his tie before loosening the button on his collar.
The man's gaze drifted down to her hand, but he allowed her actions without any movements to stop her.
Ye Wanwan unbuttoned all the buttons of his white dress shirt and asked, "Does this feel better?"
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