Jiang Pan Die didn't say much, just waved her hand, "Go make some tea first, let's sober up with it. We'll talk about these things later."
Tong glanced back at Lin Tian, who was sitting on the sofa, nodded, and went to make tea.
Jiang Pan Die swayed slightly over to the sofa and then collapsed on it without any regard for image, complaining, "I find you really have no sense of tenderness. I'm already wobbling as I walk, shouldn't you let me sleep first and visit another day?"
Lin Tian was engrossed in a 'Victoria's Secret' magazine, suddenly turned his head upon hearing Jiang Pan Die's words.
Their current angle was quite intriguing, how intriguing, you ask?
Let's put it this way, Lin Tian's tilted head just so happened to allow him to see a deep and mysteriously enticing cleavage through Jiang Pan Die's wide-open collar.
This half-hidden look is the most eye-catching, making one's blood rush.
