"It's not just cheesy, it's downright nauseating!"
Qin Yiren shivered as she brushed the goosebumps off her arms. She found Chu Xinian's clothes by the bed, balled them up, and tossed them to him: "You can change here; I'll go to the dressing room."
Saying this, she casually grabbed her phone and slipped into the dressing room to call Yan Xiaye.
She knew Xiaye must be worried about her.
…
When the call came in, Yan Xiaye was on holiday at home, sitting with Little Yunduo in front of the game console, battling it out for three hundred rounds.
The gorgeous man sat between the big and small pair, voluntarily taking on logistics work, regularly feeding them fruit with a fork.
As the phone screen lit up, Yan Xiaye quickly pressed the pause button, smiled apologetically at Little Yunduo, and got up to take the call.
