A pair of white little feet stepped on Ling Jichen's big, wheat colored feet, with drooping eyelids and staring at the feet in the basin. The smile on his face was sweet and witty, as if he had said something intentionally or unintentionally.

"Oh?" Ling Jichen's voice slightly rises a minute. His hands are on Leng Yunuo's slender waist. It's really thin. Except for a pair of babies in front of her, everything else is covered with skin and bone. She should be fatter if you want to talk about it. When you love her, it's only bone that you touch. The bone hits the bone and squeaks.

"your secretary...