Qiu Jiaxue was struggling with the duvet cover.
She pinched the corner of the fabric, trying to tuck it in, but the more she adjusted it, the messier it became. Eventually, she was practically crawling inside it herself. Under the warm yellow light, the curve of her waist looked incredibly alluring.
Lin Ze suddenly felt his throat go dry. He silently turned the air conditioning down by five degrees. Did this sheet... really have to be changed right now?
Chapter 21