Lin Zhiyi's eyes widened as she stared at the man before her.
He raised his hands to pull the back of his shirt, tugging it forward, and in an instant, he'd removed his pullover, revealing the tight physique hidden beneath his clothes.
As his arms lifted, the muscles on his abdomen flexed distinctly, not an ounce of extra flesh in sight.
Lin Zhiyi was somewhat startled when suddenly, a sweater came flying towards her.
Leaning against the desk, Gong Chen swept his gaze over Lin Zhiyi with a playful hint, "Didn't get enough that night? Put this on if you don't want to catch cold."
Lin Zhiyi's face flushed as she grabbed the sweater and rushed into the small cubicle, dropping the curtain behind her.
After that, neither of them spoke, and the only sound was Lin Zhiyi rustling as she changed her clothes.
Gong Chen pulled out a cigarette, and as he was about to light it, his eyes were captured by the silhouette on the curtain.