Ye Shikai flipped through the TV channels, eventually settling on a classic martial arts movie. In truth, his mind wasn't on the TV; he just didn't want to sleep and had nothing else to do.
"Come on, have some cantaloupe." Chen Yuxin sat cross-legged on the couch, her fair skin and stunningly beautiful face compounded by a dangerously seductive bathrobe—enough to make ninety-nine percent of men swoon.
But Ye Shikai happened to be part of that one percent.
Even with Chen Yuxin's coquettish demeanor, the only thing that existed in Ye Shikai's eyes was the martial arts movie in front of him.
Out of sight, out of mind. Consequently, this created a somewhat awkward scene in the living room.
"Kai, are you still angry about me having my men take action?" Finally, Chen Yuxin tugged on the corner of Ye Shikai's clothes, her pitiful look enough to tug at the heartstrings.
