Dongfang Mu leaned against the door watching Qiao Yin.
In the light, her skin glowed white.
The dress she wore today was an off-shoulder gown, her shoulders shimmered like exquisite jade, her collarbone was beautiful and sexy, her neck long, and her arms slender and fair.
With her stunning beauty and the expensive gown she wore, yet sitting in front of a computer creating firewalls for him, there probably wasn't a second woman like her in this world.
He was no longer an adolescent youth, yet when he saw her like this, he felt somewhat restrained. For the first time, he didn't know how to court a girl.
The night in June was somewhat warm, and tiny beads of sweat formed on her busy forehead.
Dongfang Mu turned on the air conditioner for her.
But after a while, she had a sudden chill.
Dongfang Mu thought for a moment, took out one of his suits from the wardrobe, and draped it over Qiao Yin's shoulders.