Lin Zhiyi, under Gong Chen's lead, found herself reacting honestly; she even swallowed her saliva several times.
Gong Chen hooked his lip and swept a glance at her, "Do you still need teaching?"
Hearing his voice, Lin Zhiyi instantly regained her composure and pretended to be calm, "No need, Uncle is a patient, and I should respect and care for the elderly."
"I didn't ask you to explain." Gong Chen narrowed his eyes.
Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips and quickly unbuttoned his shirt.
Beneath the serious shirt hid a man's body that was far from ascetic.
His muscles were solid and symmetrical, his abs were clear but not exaggerated, with long legs and a slender waist, the belt just barely resting above the V-line, which incited wanderlust.
Lin Zhiyi inhaled sharply, quickly diverting her gaze, but Gong Chen leaned in closer.
"Unbuttoning a shirt so quickly, whose else have you done this for?" His face showed no emotional fluctuations, as though inquiring about a mundane matter.