*
The next day.
The morning sunlight fell in front of the window, filtering through the hazy mist, warm and comfortable.
Jiang Mian lay on her side, her fine black hair casually spread across the pillow.
Her eyes were tinged with red, her whole body too soft to function, a hint of regret in her eyes.
Overwhelmed by beauty.
She really couldn't control herself.
Her hand still felt sore, subtly trembling.
"People look deceiving."
Jiang Mian stared at the man who was straightening his tie in front of the floor-length mirror, his stature upright, his features cool, the watch on his wrist made him seem somewhat aloof and noble.
Fu Sichen's voice carried a smile, tinged with the hoarseness of the early morning after: "Hmm, do it like this again next time."
??!!
Jiang Mian wrapped herself in the blanket and sat up, her gaze full of silent reproach watching the man whose smile deepened.
Fu Sichen stepped forward and dropped a kiss on Jiang Mian's forehead: "Off to work now."
