Zhou Shuling wore a black V-neck thin knit dress that hugged her hips, paired with her ever-present black tights and a long gray trench coat. The gentleness and allure of a mature woman seemed to radiate from her like fragrance.
Because of the way she was sleeping, the view at her chest drew the attention of a man beside her, prompting him to shift his stance. Liu Chang'an reached over and tugged up her collar, covering the lovely sight.
Zhou Shuling did not wake up. She was sleeping against Liu Chang'an, completely at ease.
Only when they were nearing their stop did Liu Chang'an pinch Zhou Shuling's nose. Natural beauties were just so easy to tease—there was no need to worry that pinching her nose would break it, pinching her chin would shift an implant, or bumping her chest would rupture silicone.
"I... mm... how many pages did I read?" Zhou Shuling felt around in front of herself. Where was her Ideological and Moral Cultivation and Legal Foundations?
Liu Chang'an bent down to pick up her book for her, then casually brushed off his shoulder. "If we'd gone all the way to the West Bus Station, you probably would have drooled all over yourself."
Zhou Shuling hurriedly touched the corner of her mouth. Thankfully, she had not slept deeply enough to drool. She glared at him coquettishly. "So what? I've washed your dirty clothes before."
After saying that, Zhou Shuling followed Liu Chang'an off the train, rubbing her hands together behind him to show that she had washed all his clothes by hand.
A great many of Liu Chang'an's clothes had been bought for him by Qin Yanan, and they looked expensive. Washing them in a machine could easily damage them. Yet some new clothes came with labels saying they