Bo Jingzhou licked his lips lightly, raising his hand to rest on Shen Wanci's waist. He only held her up, leaving a slight distance between them and not touching her completely.

The top button of his collar was a bit difficult to unbutton. Shen Wanci was concentrating fully on helping him unbutton it, not noticing his movements, nor seeing the two shadows projected on the ground, intimate and almost overlapping.

As Shen Wanci's fingers moved downward, her shirt unbuttoned halfway, revealing her chest to the cold morning air. Bo Jingzhou's Adam's apple bobbed more rapidly, and although he tried his best to suppress it, the heavy breaths still betrayed his current thoughts.

Especially when Shen Wanci unbuttoned the button on his lower abdomen, his reaction was so clear, so unavoidable, it collided with her gaze and touched her fingertips...

Although separated by two layers of pants, Shen Wanci still felt that burning heat psychologically.

Her face instantly flushed crimson, as if she had touched something scalding hot, and she recoiled abruptly. "You take it off yourself,"

The buttons were unbuttoned, there was nothing left she needed to help with.

Bo Jingzhou watched her hurried, almost desperate retreat. He couldn't hold back his reaction, which became even more obvious. Even when he pulled down his pants with one hand, it took him a bit more effort.

Shen Wanci was lying in bed. She had showered before going to the police station, but after being out for a while, she still wanted to wash her face and brush her teeth out of habit. However, there was only one bathroom in their apartment, and now it was occupied by Bo Jingzhou. She couldn't use it. She didn't want to go back later either, who knew what strange things he might be doing in there?

Then she closed her eyes to prepare for sleep, just as her eyelids were about to close, they flew open again.

She remembered that she didn't have any clean clothes for Mo Jingzhou to change into. Although he wasn't particularly obsessive about cleanliness, he definitely wouldn't wear dirty clothes after taking a shower, let alone blood-stained ones. The towel was also in her room; she had just used it to dry her hair and hadn't taken it over yet.

Wait a minute, he's not going to run out naked, is he?

As if her thoughts had manifested, she heard Bo Jingzhou calling her name from the bathroom right after the thought crossed her mind.

Shen Wanci resignedly flipped herself over and got up, walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door: "What?"

Bao Jingzhou's voice was hoarse, with a grainy texture that it hadn't had before. Hearing it felt like listening through a veil of mist: "I don't have any clean clothes."

Shen Wanci leaned against the wall, responding in a nonchalant manner: “I don’t have any either. I only have a red suspender V-neck nightgown. If you’re unwilling to make do, you can go back and change into your previous clothes.”

Bo Jingzhou: "..."

Silence stretched for a few seconds, the sound of water also ceased, and the surroundings were eerily quiet. All sounds seemed to vanish with her words, "the crimson pajamas," right beside her ear. Just as Shen Wanci thought he was about to concede, the doorknob clicked with a resounding "clack."

Shen Wanci almost didn't react before her hand grabbed the doorknob, pulling it tightly shut: "Have you put on your clothes?"

She could feel Bo Jingzhou's hand on the doorknob too, her own action now nothing more than shutting out sound while stealing bells. As long as he exerted a little force, the right to open or not wouldn't be hers anymore.

The man answered matter-of-factly, pushing the limits of brazenness to their fullest: "I have no clothes."

Shen Wanci almost choked with anger, "Don't come out, just wait for me there."

"I mind the suspender V-neck scarlet nightgown."

Shen Wanci gritted her teeth and ran into the room: "There's no red pajamas."

She gave Bo Jingzhou a towel, obviously the man not only disliked her bright red pajamas, but also disliked her damp towel. Shen Wanci coaxed him for a long time before he gave up the idea of going out naked, reluctantly wrapping himself in the towel.

But the way he was wrapped was rather careless. His waist was loose, his abs were clearly visible, and with each step he took, the part where the towel tucked in swayed precariously. Shen Wanci always felt like the towel would fall off the next second.

She originally wanted him to put his clothes on and leave quickly, but when she got to the living room, she found that the dirty clothes he had taken off had been thrown directly into the trash can.

How could the dignified and elegant Mr. Bo possibly stoop to rummaging through the trash for clothes to wear?

So Shen Wanci abandoned the idea of letting him wear dirty clothes, too lazy to waste her breath, "Call Chen Xu and ask him to bring you a set of clothes."

This time, Bo Jingzhou didn't refuse. Even if he were to become a non-human, it was impossible for him to truly walk naked in front of Shen Wanci: "I'm tired, I'll continue after I wake up."

He's not a pervert with exhibitionism.

Shen Wanci didn't waste any more words. Anyway, she was going to work, and he whether he was naked or not, she couldn't see it herself. As long as this unlucky god had left when she returned, that would be fine.

She turned back to the room to change her clothes. Thin Jingzhou was the boss, even if he skipped work, no one dared say anything. She couldn't. Even though she had been through a night of chaos, from car accidents to kidnappings, she still had to go to work.

If one can move, they must go.

Seeing her change into clothes for going out, Bo Jingzhou frowned and said: "What's the matter? Don't you want to see me, so you even don't stay home?"

Shen Wanci bent over at the entrance, changing her shoes: "You're so good at daydreaming, why don't you become a screenwriter?"

"When do scriptwriters earn as much as the CEOs?"

She didn't want to speak anymore, directly opened the door and wanted to leave. Bo Jingzhou narrowed his eyes, his voice a little fierce: "You didn't sleep all night last night, and now you're not sleeping at home. Are you trying to die or do you feel so good that you want to go to the hospital ICU for a few days?"

Fine, the dog-man curses her first thing in the morning!

Shen Wanci pointed at her watch and said to him as if he were an idiot, "It's Wednesday today. I have to go to work."

Bo Jingzhou pursed his lips, his fierce voice softening somewhat: "…Leave of absence."

I don't earn much, I can't compare to the CEO, I would starve if I didn't work.

……

Shen Wanci had to rely on coffee all day to keep her going. Her temples ached so badly it felt like they were about to explode, and she dared not make any big movements when she tilted her head.

After work, she hurried to Nie's place. Nie Yucheng, who had just returned to the company after a business trip abroad, was there. "Let's have dinner first, and then we'll have a meeting in an hour," he said.

The secretary's packed lunch arrived, and Shen Wanci was just about to go get it when a waiter in a five-star hotel uniform pushed a food cart in. "Hello, may I ask who is Miss Shen?"

"I."

"This is Mr. Bo's designated meal, please sign for it."

The speaker handed over a menu, and the other two waiters quickly set up a simple table and arranged the dishes on it one by one.

Shen Wanci pushed the order back: “I refuse to sign for it. Please return it and tell Mr. Bo not to order it again. Our company has boxed lunches, and I wouldn't eat his meal.”

It's so embarrassing that everyone in the department is eating boxed lunches while she's having steak!

Bao Jingzhou's voice came from behind those people, and the next second he appeared within Shen Wanci's line of sight: "This is what I ordered for myself. My hands can't move, I can't eat, so I can only trouble you."