Sometimes, Rita gave off a rather seductive impression, but in reality, she was a very measured woman when dealing with others.
Generally speaking, she kept a certain distance from people she did not know well. While she had no sense of distance with Bai Yan, she still respected boundaries.
For example, she would help Bai Yan with makeup and even drape a coat over him, but she would not help him change the innermost layer.
Tonight, she made Bai Yan feel like he was at risk of exploding.
Caution. He still needed to be cautious.
Forcibly suppressing his wandering thoughts, Bai Yan barely managed to calm down.
"The night's just right. Want a drink?"
When work pressure got too heavy, he would hide a few bottles of liquor and drink in secret. He had heard that drinking could relieve stress, but he had never found it effective. As a result, the alcohol he collected often ended up as collector's items or gifts for the right occasion.
Bai Yan felt that tonight's atmosphere was just right. It depended on whether Rita had some story to go with the wine.
However, Rita lightly poked his forehead.
"Drinking is bad for your health."
Bai Yan could only put the alcohol away.
But just as he closed the cabinet door and turned around, Rita came over carrying a comb and other things.
"Go sit down." She pointed at the vanity.
Then, for no apparent reason, she began combing Bai Yan's hair.
Bai Yan was completely bewildered. He had no idea what kind of logic dictated combing someone's hair in the middle of the night.
Forget it. He would wait and see.
Rita's movements were gentle as she combed through and inspected Bai Yan's hair.
"Little Yan has been very diligent when it comes to