Jiang Lan jolted. She yanked the curtains shut and spun to face the door.
Pei Qingsheng walked in, carrying shopping bags. He tossed his keys onto the TV console.
Pressed against the sliding glass door, Jiang Lan watched warily as he approached.
Pei Qingsheng stopped. His gaze drifted from her face, slowly, down to her chest.
Jiang Lan’s hands flew up to cover herself.
Pei Qingsheng let out a laug
















