Ye Anqi didn't answer. Just now, she seemed to smell a faint scent of perfume.
Still women's perfume...
Ya Shitian bunched up his shirt and threw it into the laundry basket. "Do you want to leave, or we can shower together."
Ye Anqi stared at him. "You're feeling guilty."
The man raised an eyebrow. "What am I guilty about?"
Ye Anqi walked towards the basket to pick up the shirt he threw away.
Ya Shitian grabbed her. "What are you doing?"
"There's a lipstick mark on the collar of your shirt."
Ya Shitian was stunned. "How is that possible?"
"It's there. Let me show you." Ye Anqi shook off his hand and picked up the shirt.
Instead of unfolding the shirt, she sniffed it...
"It really smells like a woman's perfume." She stared at him triumphantly.
Ya Shitian: "..."
This woman is too cunning.
Ye Anqi threw away the shirt and crossed her arms. "Coming back so late every night, turns out you're meeting beauties every day?"
"Absolutely not."
