With a whoosh, she slid open the kitchen door.
Hearing the noise, Wen Nuan finally snapped back to reality from her daze.
It really was Lu Jingxing.
He had come back again.
Seeing the intense and burning gaze he cast upon her, Wen Nuan remembered what she was wearing.
Other than a shirt, she was literally wearing nothing on her upper body, and only a small piece of clothing on the bottom.
It was fine when she was alone, but in front of Lu Jingxing, Wen Nuan felt no different from being half-naked.
She was unbearably shy.
Her fair little face turned beet red in an instant.
After the shyness came the awkwardness.
She tensely clenched her legs together, in vain trying to hold down her shirt at the second button with one hand, and pressing down the shirt's hem with the other.
"I—I—"
She stammered for a long time, unable to find a reasonable excuse.
It was so embarrassing!