The room was heated, and Li Beiting held Yu Weiwei tightly for a long time before he finally let her go.
He spread out clean clothes and replaced her damp clothes for her.
"Silly girl, really silly," he sighed.
After unfastening her coat, he also took off the clothes inside, and Yu Weiwei, still not awake, did not move an inch.
Li Beiting, this privilege-borne man, had never cared for anyone before. He was awkward and clumsy while changing Yu Weiwei's clothes and nearly hurt her several times.
But, even though he was clumsy, he was still a man. As he unbuttoned Yu Weiwei's T-shirt under her coat, her fair and clean skin immediately unveiled before his eyes, igniting a blaze within him, consuming and honing his rationality.
Even his fingertips were on fire, and his breathing became more and more rapid.
After struggling with his thoughts for a while, he stood up, avoiding looking at her anymore, and made a phone call to summon a waitress, stepping aside.