He brought Song Yue to a house that was decorated very simply, with a black and white color scheme, almost excessively minimalistic.
Song Yue looked around; the kitchenware was new, even the furniture was new.
"Did you buy this?" Song Yue asked as she surveyed the place.
"Could it be that you bought it?" Jun Mochan adjusted his tie, "Go take a shower."
"Aren't we showering together?" Song Yue's eyes were flirty, and her whole body exuded a seductive aura.
Jun Mochan slightly pushed her away, "I don't have that habit."
"Then you can learn," Song Yue's hand slid up his arm, stopping just below his collar, her fingers twitching as if about to unbutton his shirt.
Jun Mochan held her hand, his eyes icy, "I can pamper you, but don't test my boundaries."
Feeling his anger, Song Yue reluctantly withdrew her hand.
As Song Yue entered the bathroom, Jun Mochan poured a glass of water, added some medicine to it, and then sent a message to Zhou Xian.
Soon Song Yue was out of the shower.
