The light, soft material of the pajamas wrapped around the man's tall, strong form. The top button at the collar was undone, slightly revealing a well-defined collarbone and subtly bulging tan chest muscles, the rest hidden by the fabric.
Usually, he was seen in crisp, straight suits, so seeing him in pajamas today was like seeing a different person, his aura less sharp and imposing, replaced by a sense of refined, scholarly homeliness.
Huh?
He was wearing gray pajamas, which meant gray trousers...
Usually lost in the Doule APP, she suddenly became curious—were gray trousers really as magical as they said on Doule?
Thus, her gaze slightly dropped, she inhaled sharply, and lifted her head with an expression of pure, sunny innocence.
A top-tier boss is indeed top-tier in everything.
Bo Tingshen saw her holding a steaming dish of Chicken Claw, his expression flickering, unclear, "What are you doing?"
"CEO, you're back so late, you must not have had dinner yet, I..."
