She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"Like to watch?"

Yan Zhan put his hand on the belt buckle at his waist.

He was about to take off his pants when Manshu came rushing in.

Manshu really forgot to knock on the door and didn't expect to see such a scene.

I just stared at him shirtless but didn't think too much about it.

However, Yan Zhan has many scars on his body, unlike some pampered young men who have no flaws on their bodies.

"Hey, Uncle San, I didn't mean it."

Manshu put the wontons on the coffee table beside him: "Change your clothes first. I brought you some wontons. Remember to eat some. I'm going back to my room!"

After she finished speaking, she slipped out of the room like a rabbit.

Yan Zhan laughed and glanced at the wontons she left behind.

He still reeked of alcohol, but when he smelled the aroma of the wontons, his stomach rumbled; he was really hungry.

Yan Zhan calmly unbuckled his belt and changed into comfortable home clothes.

Then sit down and eat wontons.

Manshu returned to his room, closed the door, and dived into bed.

Manshu realized belatedly that he had seen Yan Zhan naked, and he still felt a little embarrassed.

In particular, she couldn't help but move her eyes down to the area below the person's belt buckle.

I even felt particularly regretful and wondered why I didn't go in two minutes later.

If it was a little later, Uncle San would definitely have taken off all his clothes.

However, Yan Zhan was able to hold himself together, and he was not at all shy when being seen by others.

Yan Zhan: Why are you shy? It’s not the first time.

But for Manshu, this means something different.

I never had that kind of thoughts about Yan Zhan before, but after seeing his body, I felt that Uncle San’s figure was really enviable.

And now, the coveted person seemed to have become herself.

I stayed in the quilt for a while, and Yan Zhan’s abdominal muscles kept flashing in my mind.

Until a hand lifted her quilt.

Manshu was caught off guard: "Third Uncle?"

Yan Zhan bent down and stared at the curled-up little girl: "What are you doing under the quilt? Hatching eggs?"

There was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"What do you mean by hatching eggs? I just want to sleep."

Manshu sat up, glanced at Yan Zhan, and blurted out: "Why are you wearing clothes?"

"You want me not to wear it?" Yan Zhan sat on the edge of the bed and tilted his head to look at her.

There was a hint of strangeness in his cold eyes.

Manshu thought about it and wondered if he was teasing her.

She is not the type to admit defeat. Since her uncle has said so, will she face her inner feelings reluctantly?

"Uncle San looks good with clothes on, and he also looks good without clothes on."

Especially now, his hair was still dripping with water, and the collar of his home clothes was wide open, which made him look lazy and casual, completely different from his usual cold and restrained appearance.

"Then I won't wear it?" Yan Zhan rubbed her head, his voice mixed with a hint of temptation.

Manshu's ears itched after hearing this: "Forget it, what if someone comes to you later and thinks that the president of Yan's has an exhibitionist fetish?"

She spoke seriously, and if Yan Zhan hadn't glanced around, he would have believed it.

"You are gambling on stones today..." Yan Zhan suddenly changed the subject.

"Hmm?" Manshu was a beat slower, then realized it belatedly, "Does Third Uncle think I'm too lucky?"

Manshu felt that her ability could deceive others, but not necessarily Yan Zhan.

After all, he is from the Abnormal Management Bureau.

"Luck is also part of strength, but..." Yan Zhan played with a strand of her hair, "Don't expose your abilities too much before you are absolutely sure."

A single tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind!

Yan Zhan didn't dare to gamble with the little girl's life.