Su Nanzhi opened the door and then saw Jiang Beiyu standing outside in neat attire, holding a paper bag filled with clothes, but with his head turned to the side.
He was just afraid of seeing something he shouldn't have.
Su Nanzhi: "...Mr. Jiang, what's with your neck?"
"Ah?" Jiang Beiyu was somewhat bewildered.
"Then, what are you looking at?" Su Nanzhi asked again.
Only then did Jiang Beiyu turn his head to look at her.
On Su Nanzhi's body was a snow-white bathrobe, which was originally tailored to Jiang Beiyu's size. It suited him well, but on Su Nanzhi, the length reached all the way to her ankles, and, especially, the neckline was very loose.
However, Nanzhi had pinned the neckline herself.
Actually, nothing had been exposed.
Jiang Beiyu's averted gaze seemed a bit redundant at this moment.
He suddenly noticed Su Nanzhi's nose was a bit red.
And he stood at the doorway, appearing to sense that something was amiss.
