He Zhilan circled He Teng's waist with both hands as if she didn't hear him say he was going to get dressed, muttering, "Only about fifteen minutes, huh?"
"Yep." He Teng's answer was unequivocally affirmative, but he also knew that ever since He Zhilan had her miscarriage, she'd become increasingly clingy to him. So, for the past few months, even if he had late meetings in the city, he always made sure to drive back to sleep with He Zhilan at night.
"You lie down first, I'll go get dressed." Seeing that He Zhilan really didn't have anything else, He Teng finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just that he wasn't wearing anything, and with He Zhilan clinging and hugging him like this, he felt a bit awkward.
